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ii. Intro (Here to stay)

(FADEIN: The ‘NLW’ logo, black ink leaking from the ends of the ‘L’ and ‘W’ with holes shot through both letters, moves closer over a white background to the front of your screen; the closer it comes, the louder we hear the sound of a train screeching over subway tracks. As the logo comes forward, it begins revolving 180 degrees. When it turns, the back of the logo features MAGNUS DESTRUCTO throwing up a spike-shouldered arm inside the logo lettering. It turns two more times, this time featuring a cross-armed BOBBY JACK WINDHAM looking down at the camera. Turns two more times, and we see a logo for ‘NLW presents: EYE FOR AN EYE’ LIVE on Pay-Per-View!)

(CUEUP: “Here To Stay” by Korn)

(CUTTO: ELI SCHEINBERG tilt-a-whirling around an opponent, getting reversed, then countering the reverse by hip tossing his opponent through the ropes; he immediately kicks the bottom rope, taunting the other by spitting and giving the middle finger)

(CUTTO: STRAWBERRY B!TCH in front of an NLW backdrop, holding a microphone up to WANDERLUST who looks at the camera sideways with a wry smile)

(CUTTO: MAGNUS throwing his arms up, violently, spiked shoulder pads about ready to rip off; CUTTO the big monster BURYING ‘Normal’ John Johnson with a Destructo Bomb)

(CUTTO: SMACK! IMPULSE hits Scheinberg with Sudden Impact!)

(CUTTO: CARLOS CANYETA running through the crowd, into the ring where ARCANGEL IV is standing across from some poor schmuck, and hits him with the Canyeta Cutter; CUTTO: Angel and Canyeta kicking the sh*t out of DUKE MACKEY in the street)

(CUTTO: Canyeta and Angel standing the street outside the Manhattan Center; Canyeta’s sneering ugly at the camera, Angel’s breathing heavy, tilting his moth-masked face and clenching his fists- PAUSE- Still-Shot turns RED)

ARCANGEL IV

(CUTTO: ‘DANGEROUS’ DUKE MACKEY beating the hell out of some guy outside Scores Manhattan strip club; CUTTO: Mackey double-arm DDTing Harry Holocaust; CUTTO: Mackey clotheslining an opponent over the steel guardrail; CUTTO: Mackey making the ‘slit-throat’ motion in the ring- PAUSE- Still-Shot turns RED)

DUKE MACKEY

“For what’s inside awaking,
My God, I’m not a whore
You’ve taken everything and,
Oh, I cannot give anymore”

(CUTTO: ‘THE WATERTOWN WRECKING BALL’ VIC GRAVENDER picks up an opponent off an Irish Whip, into a fireman’s carry, and drops them into a cutter; CUTTO: Gravender trading shots with Yutaka Maeda; CUTTO: Gravender hitting a top rope HEADBUTT; CUTTO: Gravender stuffing his mouth with food, some of it spilling out- PAUSE- Still-Shot turns RED)

VIC GRAVENDER

(CUTTO: ZESTY MORDANT stumbling FAST at the camera; CUTTO: Zesty spilling Seagram’s 7 into his mouth, spitting it into an opponent’s eyes, and hitting them with the ol’ BIONIC ELBOW if yew weeeeeeeeeell; CUTTO: Zesty on top of an opponent from behind, smacking his head, punching him, smacking him some more; CUTTO: Zesty throws a liquor bottle at Maeda, who uses a chair to smack it right back into Zesty’s ribs; CUTTO: Zesty drinking liquor out of a cracked bottle end- PAUSE- Still-Shot turns RED)

ZESTY MORDANT

“I’m here to stay (bring me down)
I’m here to stay (bring me down)”

(CUTTO: IMPULSE with Scheinberg locked in an excruciating, awkward angle armbar; CUTTO: Impulse reversing an Irish Whip on J1D, bringing him down on the way forward with a backwards rolling ankle lock; CUTTO: Impulse hitting Eddie Patton with SUDDEN IMPACT and hooking the leg immediately; CUTTO: Impulse coming out of the crowd, leaping the guard rail and in mid-air- PAUSE- Still-Shot turns RED)

IMPULSE “Golden Boy”

(CUTTO: Montage of MAGNUS hitting Destructo Bomb after Destructo Bomb after bomb after bomb after bomb; CUTTO: Magnus blindfolded after his legit loss of sight, riding a giant Russian circus bear to the ring; CUTTO: Magnus, still blind, finding and grabbing Yutaka Maeda by the throat; CUTTO: Magnus, standing on the second turnbuckle, throwing his arms up like a mad man riling the crowd- PAUSE- Still-Shot turns RED)

MAGNUS DESTRUCTO “King Of All Monsters”

“For what’s inside awaking,
I’m God, I’m not a whore
You’ve taken everything and,
Oh, I cannot give anymore”

(CUTTO: BOBBY JACK WINDHAM walking slow and confident to the ring; CUTTO: Windham hitting the Sweetwater Dreams clothesline from Hell so hard, he sends his opponent spin-flipping twice through the air; CUTTO: Windham stomping the guts out of Eddie Patton who’s tied up in the tree of woe; CUTTO: Windham getting up from a kneeling-prayer, and using the ring bell to smack a tied up Patton in the jaw, breaking it; CUTTO: Windham leaning down on the ropes, throwing one leg up on it and staring into the crowd- PAUSE- Still-Shot turns RED)

BOBBY JACK WINDHAM

(CUTTO: ‘ELECTRIC’ EDDIE PATTON using superior wrestling to pin down Wanderlust; CUTTO: Patton FLYING off the top turnbuckle to hit Wanderlust with a HUGE frogsplash that sends both men bouncing off the canvas; CUTTO: Windham brings Patton up for a powerbomb, but Patton uses the momentum to hit a hurricanrana for the ONE, TWO, THREE!; CUTTO: Patton storming through the curtains and down the entranceway, sliding into the ring at such a speed it sends Zesty stumbling backwards onto his ass. Zesty tries getting up, pointing at Patton, but stumbles again, causing Patton to laugh; CUTTO: Closeup on Patton, staring up at the ceiling, camera circling around him- PAUSE- Still-Shot turns RED)

EDDIE PATTON

“For what’s inside awaking,
My God, I’m not a whore
You’ve taken everything and,
Oh, I cannot give anymore”

“Give anymore”

(CUTTO: SUDDEN IMPACT!)

“Give anymore”

(CUTTO: DESTRUCTO BOMB!)

“Give anymore”

(CUTTO: SWEETWATER DREAMS!)

“Give anymore”

(CUTTO: PATTON- FRANKENSTEINER INTO PINFALL!)

(FADE-TO: NLW ‘EYE FOR AN EYE’ LIVE on Pay-Per-View!)
 

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iii. Prologue (An end to all scores)

(CUTTO: Rotating view of the XL Center’s floor level seats, roughly 80% of which appear to be filled. The great majority of fans seem to be the usual rowdy, drunk hooligans from NYC. Curiously enough, the camera never pans out to show the upper level seats, for which a sufficient number of tickets might or might not have been sold. BOOM! Pyro shoots off at the entranceway and explodes in front of the giant black and white NLW logo directly above. BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! More pyro follows! The smarks wonder how the company can afford such extravagance but f*ck it- IT’S PAY-PER-VIEW! Camera closes in on a bunch of fans ringside with signs ranging from “Deport Canyeta!” to “Magnus is GOD!” to “Show me your firebush B!TCH!” Camera then finds Terence sitting a few rows back mouthing some obscenities, before switching to the other side of the arena. In a 16,000 seat capacity arena, it looks like NLW might’ve pulled off, I dunno, 8,700?)

OBERSTARR (V/O): You are looking LIVE at the SOLD OUT XL Center in Hartford, Connecticut! Tonight, a World Champion WILL BE crowned!

(CUTTO: Announcer’s table where BRIAN OBERSTARR and JIMMY MYLDE are seated, dressed to the nines. Oberstarr’s in a black suit, white button down, and black bowtie. Next to him, Mylde’s wearing the same except there’s no tie, the top button of his shirt is undone, and he’s wearing Ray-ban Aviators to shield his eyes. As usual, his hair is slicked back)

OBERSTARR: Hello and welcome to NLW’s FIRST EVER pay-per-view, EYE FOR AN EYE. I’m Brian Oberstarr alongside Jimmy Mylde, and Jimmy…you couldn’t ASK for a more stacked card than the one we’re debuting tonight!

MYLDE: General rule of thumb in life: you could ALWAYS ask for more. But it’s hard to sneeze at a lineup that includes the big monster, MAGNUS DESTRUCTO, going up against that little weasel IMPULSE for the World Open Weight Title. You’re also gonna see Eddie Patton lock horns with the pride of Sweetwater, Bobby Jack Windham, inside a TWENTY FOOT STEEL CAGE. And personally, I can’t wait to see Windham put the hurting on him.

OBERSTARR: Not only will we see the crowning of a champion, but a number one contender to that belt will be determined when ‘The Watertown Wrecking Ball’ VIC GRAVENDER takes on ZESTY MORDANT!

MYLDE: I used to think being completely inebriated would be a disadvantage in the ring, but Zesty has shown me the light. In fact, he’d be at a handicap if he DIDN’T show up drunk. But pound for pound, Vic Gravender is the biggest guy in NLW, maybe the entire sport! He might be big enough to put away Magnus, or too big for Impulse to handle. Who knows?

OBERSTARR: But after that match with Yutaka Maeda, you can’t question the guts of someone who gets bottles smacked at him by a steel chair…and SURVIVES!

MYLDE: He’s Canadian. That’s just a typical Friday night for him.

OBERSTARR: We also have NFW superstar BROCK ALYAS making an appearance to take on the formerly institutionalized RORY HENDERSON. But in addition to seeing that, the NLW World Open Weight Grand Prix Finals, AND the steel cage grudge match, we’ve got ‘DANGEROUS’ DUKE MACKEY looking not only for vengeance tonight in his match against ARCANGEL IV, but also to prevent Carlos Canyeta from ever interfering in another NLW event again!

MYLDE: Yeah, Mackey and Angel are gonna go at it in a Lumberjack match, and if Mackey wins, Angel and Canyeta are GONE, baby, GONE!

OBERSTARR: It’s a stacked card tonight in Hartford, and we thank you for joining us LIVE on pay-per-view!

(CUTTO: STATIC)
 

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iv. Brock Alyas v. Rory Henderson

(CUTTO: Announcer’s table, where BRIAN OBERSTARR and JIMMY MYLDE are standing by)

OBERSTARR: Earlier in the evening, NFW superstar BROCK ALYAS made his debut in a bout against RORY ‘HENDO’ HENDERSON!

MYLDE: The retarded guy, right?

OBERSTARR: No Jimmy, he’s mentally unstable. Some might even call him insane.

MYLDE: Hey, where I come from, we call that retarded!

(CUTTO: Hederson clotheslines Brock to the outside of the ring)

OBERSTARR: (V/O) Early on, Hendo took the upperhand, bringing the fight outside of the ring. Of course, Brock’s never the one to back down, and this one would spill out into the crowd!

(CUTTO: Hendo and Brock brawling amongst the fans in the middle rows. One throws a soda at Hendo’s head)

MYLDE: (V/O) That’s all these rowdy thugs need- more encouragement!

(CUTTO: Brock sends Hendo head-first into the steel guard rail)

OBERSTARR: (V/O) Eventually Brock would gain the momentum back, and from there it was all him.

(CUTTO: Inside the ring, Brock hits a double-arm DDT; using all his might, Brock picks Rory up for a fireman’s carry just long enough to throw him back for the slam)

OBERSTARR: (V/O) In the end, it was Brock’s experience and bravado that would lead him to prevail. At the 12-minute mark he’d hit The Extra Mile EXPLODAH for the ONE-TWO-THREE, and that’d be all she wrote for Hendo!

(CUTTO: Brock with his hands raised above an unconscious Rory Henderson)

(CUTTO: STATIC)
 

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v. LUMBERJACK MATCH: 'Dangerous' Duke Mackey v. Arcángel IV

(CUTTO: Announcer’s table, where BRIAN OBERSTARR and JIMMY MYLDE are standing by)

OBERSTARR: Well fans, earlier in the night, ‘DANGEROUS’ DUKE MACKEY would get his chance at redemption by taking on ARCANGEL IV in a Lumberjack match. A win for Mackey would mean Arcangel and Carlos Canyeta would be banned from all future shows. A win for Arcangel…well, let’s recap the action.

(CUTTO: Mackey and Arcangel battle in the ring, while numerous members of the NLW roster, including Magnus, Zesty, Gravender, Wanderlust, Hendo, J1D, Scheinberg, and Maeda patrol the outside in lumberjack flannel)

OBERSTARR: (V/O) Mackey had control early in the match, pummeling the much smaller Arcangel. A few times, Angel tried escaping the ring, only to be tossed back in by the boys. Of course, many of them got their shots along the way, but such was expected given the number of enemies Arcangel and Canyeta have made over the course of the year.

MYLDE: (V/O) That’s nice, a bunch of white guys gang-beating a Mexican. Who thought of this match, anyway?

OBERSTARR: (V/O) That would be RA Palazzo.

MYLDE: (V/O) Has he read recent hate crime legislation?

OBERSTARR: (V/O) The end, however, would not come without controversy…

(CUTTO: Mackey beating down Arcangel with right hands, bringing the masked rudo to his knees. He tries pulling off his mask, but Arcangel resists with all his power. On the outside, Yutaka Maeda throws a BIG elbow at Zesty)

OBERSTARR: HE’S TRYING TO PULL THE MASK OFF! MACKEY’S GOING TO HUMILIATE ARCANGEL IN FRONT OF THE ENTIRE WORLD!

MYLDE: I swear to GOD if he turns out to be my gardener, I’m going to be PISSED.

OBERSTARR: Hold on, it looks like we’ve got a brawl on our hands! Yutaka Maeda seems to be in the middle of it…Zesty swings a bottle, BUT IT HITS GRAVENDER! MAEDA GOES AFTER THEM BOTH, MAGNUS GETS INVOLVED, AND IT’S CHAOS OUT THERE!

MYLDE: Y’know, you just can’t find good lumberjacks these days…

OBERSTARR: Meanwhile, Mackey continues to punish Arcangel! Angel’s on his last legs! Irish whip…INTO A SIDEWALK SLAM! THIS COULD BE ALL! MACKEY COVERS, BUT THERE’S NO COUNT!

MYLDE: He’s trying to break up the lumberjacks!

OBERSTARR: Indeed he is!

CROWD: “URRAAAAHHHHHH!”

OBERSTARR: Wait a minute, there’s something going on in the crowd. Somebody’s running…-THAT’S CANYETA! Mackey’s yelling at the referee, he doesn’t see him! TURN AROUND DUKE!

MYLDE: He’s wearing brass knucks, Oberstarr!

OBERSTARR: RIGHT TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD! CANYETA JUST RABBIT PUNCHED MACKEY WITH A BRASS KNUCKLED FIST! Canyeta picks him up now, Mackey’s completely dazed! He’s got him by the neck, runs off the ropes…CANYETA CUTTER! DUKE’S OUT! ANGEL CRAWLS OVER HIM AND MAKES THE COVER!

MYLDE: Looks like Canyeta’s joining the brawl.

OBERSTARR: It seems to be Maeda versus…EVERYBODY! But now Canyeta’s fighting alongside him! Canyeta gets TROUNCED by Magnus! Referee finally turns around…NO! NO! THIS ISN’T HAPPENING! ONE! TWO! THREE! IT’S OVER! ARCANGEL WINS! CANYETA’S HERE TO STAY!

(SFX: Bell rings)

SIREN: Here is YOUR WINNNNNERRRR! ARC-AAAAAAAAAANGEL! FOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRR!

(CUEUP: “People of the Sun” by Rage Against The Machine)

OBERSTARR: Look at this! Angel’s in to save Canyeta now! Maeda fighting the rest of them back! The three of them are trying to make an escape!

MYLDE: Of course, the Jap’s joined up with the Mexicans. What else could go wrong for us?

OBERSTARR: It must have been planned from the beginning! Maeda distracted everybody, and Canyeta made his presence felt. Mackey’s still down, and some of the wrestlers are going to check on him.

(CROWD BOOS!)

(CUTTO: Canyeta, Maeda, and Arcangel IV making their way to the back; the rest of the lumberjacks remain near the ring, pointing fingers and making threats to the trio)

OBERSTARR: I don’t know what possessed Maeda to join up with these two, but it looks like the battle between NLW and Carlos Canyeta isn’t over by a long shot. Canyeta will now be permitted at every NLW show, and we have one man to thank for that.

MYLDE: Yeah, all those fat lazy American kids who refuse to do those jobs at minimum wage!

OBERSTARR: I’m talking about YUTAKA MAEDA!

MYLDE: Oh...him.

(CUTTO: STATIC)
 
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vi. #1 CONTENDER'S MATCH: Zesty Mordant v. Vic Gravender

(CUTTO: Creeping out from the curtains is ZESTY MORDANT, as “Everything Goes to Hell” by Tom Waits plays over the loudspeaker. He lurches forward, eyes red and glassy, walking slowly to the ring. Clearly, he is smashed)

MYLDE: Y’know, it’s a good thing we don’t have any rules about coming to the ring intoxicated.

OBERSTARR: Can’t say I’ve looked at the NLW Wellness Policy myself…

MYLDE: Wellness Policy? When’d that guy get here?

OBERSTARR: Boosh!

SIREN: The following contessssssst is scheduled for ONE FALL and is a NUMBER ONE CONTEDERSSSS BOUT!

MYLDE: Come on b*tch, stop hissing!

SIREN: MAKING HIS WAY TO THE RING! He hails from Dartmouth, Nova Scotia. Standing SIX FOOT FOUR, weighing in at TWO HUNDRED and EIGHTY THREE POUNDS! ZZZZZZZZZZZZZESTYYYYYYYYYYYYY MMMMMMMMMOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRDDDDAAAAAAAANNNNNNTTTTTT!

OBERSTARR: Make no bones about it, Zesty Mordant is certifiably…uh, drunk. He might even have liver disease for all we know. Be that as it may, he has a chance here to become the number one contender to either Impulse or Magnus’ World Open Weight Title. Not only is he a giant, but he’s tough as they come.

(CUEUP: “The Wall” by Heet Mob. The crowd pops as VIC GRAVENDER makes his way to the ring. Gravender power walks to the ring in his black long tights, black ring boots and a sleeveless black T-Shirt. His hands taped up in the mismatched black/white color scheme)

SIREN: AND HIIIIISSSSSSS OPPONENT!! FROM WATERTOWN NEW YORK!!! HE STANDS SIX FOOT FOUR, WEIGHING IN AT FOUR HUNDRED AND FIFTY POUNDS….”THE WATERTOWN WRRRRECKING BALLLL!!!!” VIIIICCCCCC!! GRRRRAVVVVEENNNNDERRRR!!!!

OBERSTARR: And here he comes! ‘The Watertown Wrecking Ball’! And Vic looks fired up tonight, doesn’t he Jimmy?

MYLDE: By fired up, do you mean fat? Yes, he looks very fired up.

(SFX: Bell rings)

OBERSTARR: Alright, we are under way here and IMMEDIATELY Zesty engages with punches! Vic counters by taking Zesy down, and now HE’S on top throwing rights and lefts!

MYLDE: This is going to be a big, fat, sloppy drunken brawl, isn’t it?

OBERSTARR: Quite possibly, but I don’t think the crowd minds at all! Irish whip from Gravender, Zesty ducks the clothesline, back off the ropes and DIVES at Vic with a flying clothesline!

MYLDE: Vic looks like he’s out of breath already. Like he doesn’t even have “fat guy cardio.”

OBERSTARR: Zesty drops an elbow and makes the cover. ONE! TWO! And a kickout by Gravender! Zesty getting off on the right foot here in this number one contender’s match. Could Zesty be next in line for a shot at the Open Weight Title? Could he BE the next Open Weight Champion?

MYLDE: What is this Open Weight crap, anyway? If a guy as big as Zesty is the champ, does he really need a title that distinguishes him as a pound for pound force? He’s not exactly svelt.

OBERSTARR: It sounds cool, Jimmy, and the kids like it! Zesty throws an elbow at Vic, and now he’s drawn blood! Vic stumbling and Zesty catches him! DDT! The cover! ONE! TWO! THR-NO! VIC’S UP!

MYLDE: Looks like Zesty came to win tonight. Vic Gravender is sluggish as hell; even more than usual.

OBERSTARR: BIG KNEE FROM ZESTY! RIGHT HAND! ANOTHER! VIC’S STUMBLING, WON’T GO DOWN! ANOTHER RIGHT! STILL UP! ANOTHER! AAAAND ANOTHER! VIC’S ON HIS LAST LEGS! ZESTY OFF THE ROPES…CLOTHESLINE! GRAVENDER’S DOWN!

MYLDE: Man, he’s not getting up from that! The old boy jumped the shark for this one. No, he ATE the shark.

OBERSTARR: Zesty off the ropes again…DROPS A HEADBUTT! THIS COULD BE ALL! ONE! TWOOO! THREE! And Zesty Mordant has become the number one contender to the NLW World Open Weight Title!

(SFX: Bell rings)

SIREN: HERE IS YOUR WINNNEEERRR! ZZZZZZESTYYYYYY MMMMMMOOOORRRRDDDDAAAAANNNNNNTTTTTT!

(CUEUP: “Everything Goes To Hell” by Tom Waits)

OBERSTARR: What we know right now, is that Zesty Mordant will get the first crack at the Open Weight Title. We don’t know who will be defending it, but in just a few moments we’ll witness the opening ceremony for the championship bout to decide NLW’s inaugural Open Weight Champion! It’s IMPULSE versus MAGNUS, coming up next!

(CUTTO: STATIC)
 

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vii. NLW WORLD OPEN WEIGHT TITLE MATCH: Magnus Destructo v. Impulse

(FADEIN: The announcer’s table where BRIAN OBERSTARR is seated next to JIMMY MYLDE)

OBERSTARR: Jimmy, the waiting is over. In just a few moments, our two tournament finalists will enter the ring where the first ABSOLUTE champion will be crowned tonight. MAGNUS DESTRUCTO, the ‘Dreaded Devourer’ who’s inspired fear and a sense of impending defeat amongst the locker room, versus perhaps the one man who could stand his ground and have a prayer at defeating him…’The Marathon Man’ IMPULSE.

MYLDE: I’ve seen a lot of big men come and go, but this guy could be the biggest and baddest of them all. It reminds me of when Tyson was on top of the boxing world back in the ‘80’s. You might think you’ve got a shot in the gym, or when you’re watching him on the monitors in the locker room, but when he’s there in front of you staring into your eyes, all you can see is yourself being Destructo Bomb’d to hell. It’s a self-fulfilling prophecy, and it’s come true every time anyone’s been matched with this guy.

OBERSTARR: And we know he can deal with adversity, as he proved against Yutaka Maeda who blinded him at the King of All Monsters tournament a couple months back. The question, though, is will his short experience hold up against an albeit smaller man who has been in there with some of the best in the world?

MYLDE: Impulse has been to the big dance, something Magnus will do tonight for the first time in his career. It’s scary to think how good this guy is, though, considering he’s still a rookie.

OBERSTARR: Likewise with Impulse, who is in his early 20’s. These are two special athletes, and TONIGHT- one will prevail and we’ll crown him champion. Let’s take it over to SIREN for the announcements!

(CUTTO: The ring, where SIREN is standing with a microphone)

[SFX: Bell rings]

SIREN: Are you ready XL Center? THEEEEEE FOLLOWING CONTESSSSSSST IS SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL, AND IS FOR THE NLW WORLD OPEN WEIGHT CHAMPIONSHHHHHIP! Introducing first: THE KING OF ALL MONSTERS!

(POP! Arena goes dark, flash bulbs light up sporadically. 10 seconds pass until…)

(CUEUP: “Conquer All” by Behemoth)

(CUTTO: Entrance ramp- chants of “MAG-NUS! MAG-NUS!” ring throughout the building. Suddenly, white lights shine up at the entrance and a gigantic spiked club emerges from between the curtains to part them. Out steps MAGNUS DESTRUCTO, wearing spiked steel shoulder pads, matching forearm and shin pads, and an executioner’s helmet from which his long black hair flows out the sides. BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! Loud pyro goes off at the corners of the ramp as the lights go on! Magnus stops at the top of the ramp, where his sycophants soon join him one at a time: DOMINATRA BOZOTH, DULAK THE DEFILER, and GOLOMACH. The crowd pops off like crazy as they follow Magnus down to the ring in lockstep. Midway down the entranceway, he stops to throw his arms and weapon into the air! From one side of the aisle, TERENCE is going absolutely batsh*t insane. He actually went through the trouble of bringing his guitar to the arena, and somehow it slipped past security. Now, he hangs the guitar over the railing and begins to play it super-fast, like some European heavy metal scale or something. Magnus turns, watches for a second, and nods approvingly. The fans reach over to smack his shoulder pads, grab his arms, anything just to get a touch. His entourage get on the apron first to hold the ropes open for him, but he waves them off and climbs up the steps. Instead of entering through the ropes, he climbs the turnbuckles to the very top and stands up straight, all 6’7 of him. He holds out his arms to bask in their revelry before jumping down, making a BIG “thud” sound)

SIREN: And now, his opponent: THE GOOOOOOOOOOOLLLLLLLDEN BOY!

“LEFT! LEFT! LEFT-RIGHT-LEFT!”

(POP!)

(CUEUP: “Revolution Baby” by Queen V)

(CUTTO: The entrance ramp, where the curtains remain still for some time. There is great anticipation in the crowd- “Will he really show? Is he too hurt? What kind of condition is he in?” Chants of “IM-PULSE! IM-PULSE” begin. Another 15 seconds passes before all questions are answered- IMPULSE finally emerges and the crowd pops HUGE, even some of the Magnus fans. WEEEEEER! BOOM! WEEEEER! BOOM! Fireworks shoot up and explode into silver debris that drops from the sky like a wall of stars. Impulse looks up at it and blinks almost embarrassingly before giving a smile- the theatrics are a bit over the time, if flattering. The man came to slay a dragon, not to make a grand entrance. Following him on his way to the ring is CALICO ROSE, who is casually dressed in a t-shirt and jeans. Impulse is wearing his standard black tights with dark blue muted design at the top, plain red t-shirt, and vintage leather jacket. He slaps hands with the fans, making his way down, before sliding quickly into the ring. Rose walks right up the steps)

OBERSTARR: The atmosphere is indescribable. You really have to be here live to know what it’s like. What you’re looking at is the future of the sport, and one of them will walk out of here with a belt that is sure to make legends. It doesn’t get much bigger than this, folks.

MYLDE: Still amazed RA sprung for the pyro. That was big of him.

OBERSTARR: Speaking of, the NLW Owner himself is standing by in the ring.

(Both IMPULSE and MAGNUS stand across from each other, very still, locked in a hard staredown. Behind Magnus: his three person entourage. Behind Impulse: Calico Rose. In between both men is NLW Owner RA PALAZZO, holding the NLW WORLD OPEN WEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP BELT: it’s a black strap with a very large gold plate on the front bearing a World Map. On the top is the NLW logo, and on the bottom the words “World Open Weight Championship.” Superimposed over the World Map is the word “ABSOLUTE” in capital letters. Along the strap are smaller gold plates, two on each side. On one side, the plates bear the Ancient Roman Eagle “SPQR” standard, and the God Apollo. On the other side, they bare the American Bald Eagle wrapped in an American flag, and an image of Moloch the Owl. On the very bottom of the big front plate is a small nameplate reserved for the present champion. Siren holds the microphone up to RA’s mouth)

MYLDE: Talk about your all time creepiest looking belts. I think the Mayans used to sacrifice and pray to that belt.

OBERSTARR: It is lavish and unique, to say the least. Let’s listen in…

(Crowd is buzzing)

PALAZZO: Gentleman, this is it. This match is for the inaugural NLW World Open Weight Championship title. As owner of Next Level Wrestling, I hereby certify this match under the full authority of the New York and Connecticut State Athletic Commissions. I have an agreement signed by you both stating that you fully understand the stipulations of the match, and it is at this time that I ask your respective valets to leave the ring and return to the locker room.

(Magnus’ side puts up a small protest, but he nods and waves them off. Rose gives Impulse a kiss on the cheek and exits)

PALAZZO: (holds up the belt) FOR THE NLW WORLD OPEN WEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP. Good luck to you both. Please return to your corners.

[SFX: Bell rings]

SIREN: Ladies and gentleman, introducing first…FROM THE CARPATHIAN MOUNTAINS! (POP!)

(CUTTO: Magnus at his corner, arms folded, executioner’s helmet still on)

SIREN: He stands at SIX FOOT SEVEN and weighs in at TWO HUNDRED and EIGHTY SEVEN POUNDS! He is the 2010 NLW KING OF ALL MONSTERS! ‘THE DREADED DEVOURER’ MAGNUUUUUUUUUUUUS DEEEEEEEESTRUUUUUUUUCTOOOOOOOOO!

(BIG POP as Magnus takes off his helmet and throws a fist into the air. He begins taking off his armor)

SIREN: And his opponent! FROM NEW YORK, NEW YORK! (POP!)

(CUTTO: Impulse leaning against the turnbuckles, ‘JFZ’ written in marker on his taped fists)

SIREN: He stands FIVE FOOT ELEVEN and weighs in at ONE HUNDRED and EIGHTY EIGHT POUNDS! He is the 2010 NLW GOLDEN BOY! ‘TTTTTTTHHHHHE MARATHON MAN’! IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIMMMMMMMMMMMPUUUUUUUUUUUUUULLLLLLLLLLSSSSSSEEEEEEEEE!

(Both men walk out from their corners as the bell rings once more. They engage in a face-to-face staredown, though in Magnus’ case he truly is staring down. They hardly meet at eye level)

OBERSTARR: Without a doubt, the BIGGEST, the MOST IMPORTANT moment in NLW’s short history! You may be looking at, pound for pound, the best pure wrestler in the world, IMPULSE, standing parellel to the most imposing, dominant force, MAGNUS.

MYLDE: You know the old cliché, “unstoppable force meets immovable object?” Well Magnus is BOTH. An unstoppable, immovable force of nature. Hell, I’m not convinced he’s human! I never heard of the Carpathian Mountains, have YOU?

(Magnus SHOVES Impulse on his back, sending him sliding across the ring! Impulse shoots right up and storms back into Magnus’ face)

OBERSTARR: LOOK OUT! And Impulse just marches back up to Magnus! He’s not afraid of anything, this kid!

DUELING CHANTS: “MAG-NUS!” CLAP-CLAP “IM-PULSE!” CLAP-CLAP

(Magnus steps away to encourage his portion of the crowd, when suddenly Impulse runs off the ropes)

OBERSTARR: Here we go! Impulse off the ropes! Magnus turns in time, but Impulse ducks the clothesline and puts the monster in a waist lock! OOOOH! Magnus just hip-tossed him right over LIKE NOTHING!

MYLDE: You can’t beat a guy like this with wrestling! You just can’t!

OBERSTARR: Impulse dusts himself right off and circles Magnus, perhaps with a new plan of attack. The two men watching each other now, circling, Impulse a little more cautious than Magnus; Magnus staying patient and waiting to counter. Impulse with the duck under into a single leg! Impulse has Magnus on one leg now, trying to get him down!

MYLDE: That college wrestling crap ain’t gonna cut it, Impulse!

OBERSTARR: Impulse is DRIVING forward, but Magnus displays good balance, avoiding the takedown quite easily it appears. Impulse stays with it…MAGNUS BRINGS A BIG ARM DOWN ON HIS BACK! Impulse is staggered, but keeps hold of the leg! ANOTHER DOWNWARD STRIKE TO THE BACK! Magnus is clearly hurting Impulse with these, but he just won’t let go of that leg! He wants that takedown! ANOTHER STRIKE! ANOTHER! This time Impulse releases the leg and backs into the corner. Magnus walks forward- he’s going to punish him!

MYLDE: This thing might end quicker than it started!

OBERSTARR: Magnus goes for a BIG straight kick to the chest, but Impulse avoids it and comes back with a dropkick! Nothing! Magnus isn’t fazed! Impulse tries again! Nothing! This time off the ropes…DROPKICK TO THE KNEE! Magnus stumbles, almost falls! Impulse springboards off the second rope…BULLDOG! HE TOOK MAGNUS DOWN! And right away he goes for the armlock!

MYLDE: He’s gonna try and wear Magnus out with a bunch of rest holds. It’s boring, but it might be his only shot.

OBERSTARR: Magnus is standing up; he’s not even attempting a technical escape! Look at the strength! He’s lifting Impulse up by the arm that’s locked in! HIS ARM’S GONNA BREAK!

(CROWD GASPS!)

OBERSTARR: NO! MAGNUS DRILLS IMPULSE RIGHT INTO THE MAT, HEAD FIRST! Amazing! He’s got Impulse up now, Irish whip. CLOTHESLINE! Quick cover by Magnus! ONE! TWO! But Impulse gets the shoulder up!

MYLDE: Just stay down, kid. It ain’t worth being crippled for life.

OBERSTARR: Hold on, what’s doing now? Magnus is motioning for…oh wait a minute. He’s going for…YES! HE’S GOT HIM UP FOR AN OVERHEAD PRESS! Magnus walking the ring, showing the crowd he’s got Impulse pressed high above! Wait…no…NO! NOOOOOO!

(CROWD SCREAMS!)

(Magnus tosses Impulse into the third row, sending several fans tumbling backwards, popcorn and soda spilt all over the place)

OBERSTARR: HE JUST SENT IMPULSE INTO THE THIRD ROW!

MYLDE: That’s it, goodnight! It’s all over! There’s no way, NO WAY Impulse recovers from this psychologically! He gave it his best shot, but he couldn’t find a chink in the armor of Magnus Destructo.

OBERSTARR: Impulse climbs over the railing now, looking up at Magnus just TAUNTING HIM from the ring! He’s taking a breather to establish yet another tact, but I’ve gotta be honest, Jimmy, I’m not sure one exists outside of using weapons, and we all know how Impulse feels about that!

MYLDE: Right, he won’t use weapons. Shame, too, because it’ll take a chainsaw or a cannon to beat this guy.

OBERSTARR: Impulse slides back in the ring, and immediately Magnus hits him with stomps! Wait, look out! Magnus has him locked in for the Destructo Bomb!

MYLDE: It’s over! It’s over!

OBERSTARR: HE’S UP! NO! IMPULSE LOCKS MAGNUSES ARMS INTO A CRUCIFIX! HE’S TRYING TO PULL HIM BACKWARDS INTO A PIN! WILL HE GO?

(SFX: Slam!)

OBERSTARR: NO! MAGNUS DRIVES HIMSELF BACK AND INTO IMPULSE’S RIB CAGE! THE HOLD IS RELEASED! HE HOOKS THE LEG! ONE! TWOOOOO! THREEE! NO! DID HE GET HIM? NO! ONLY A TWO COUNT!

MYLDE: Good thinking from Impulse, but once again Magnus finds a way to overpower him.

OBERSTARR: Magnus has him locked in again! This time he might hit it! DESTRUCTO BOMB, HERE WE GO! NO! IMPULSE CARRIES THE MOMENTUM INTO A REAR NAKED CHOKE! HE’S GOT HIS LEGS LOCKED AROUND MAGNUS’ WAIST, AND HE’S REERING BACK ON THAT CHOKE!

MYLDE: Good counter, but he’s only going to get slammed again!

OBERSTARR: Magnus is turning purple! He bends forward; looks like he’s going to slam him! No! Impulse releases the hold, pushes Magnus towards the ropes…backs up…SUDDEN IMPACT!

CROWD: UUUUURRRRRAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!!

OBERSTARR: CAN HE KEEP HIM IN?!

(Magnus falls into the ropes; Impulse dives to grab a foot to keep him in, but he topples to the outside)

CROWD: OOOOOOOOH!

OBERSTARR: NO! He had him! Victory slipped through his fingers!

MYLDE: He’s gonna have to go out there and get him!

OBERSTARR: And he’s doing just that! Impulse to the outside, but he’ll have to lift 287 pounds up into the ring!

(Impulse turns Magnus over, sits him up and brings him on his shoulders in a fireman’s carry position. He begins to lift…)

OBERSTARR: He’s trying, Jimmy, with every ounce of muscle he’s got!

MYLDE: Should’ve put those extra hours in, in the gym! Where’s Wanderlust when you need him?

OBERSTARR: He’s lifting him! Will his knees go out? He’s basically squatting Magnus’ full body weight! He’s almost there!

(CHEERS!)

OBERSTARR: Impulse falls backwards into the apron, but he got Magnus onto it! He did it! Now he rolls Magnus into the ring…THIS COULD BE ALL! IMPULSE SLIDES UNDER THE ROPES AND MAKES THE COVER!

CROWD/OBERSTARR: ONE!

TWO!

THRRRREEEEE!

OBERSTARR: NO! THE REFEREE LOOKS BACK UP TO SEE MAGNUS’ FOOT ON THE ROPES! THE MONSTER ISN’T DEAD YET!

MYLDE: That was his chance, Oberstarr! And he blew it! It’s not gonna come again!

OBERSTARR: Impulse is on the second turnbuckle now, waiting on Magnus to get to his feet. Now he’s up on the top turnbuckle; he could be taking a risk here! Magnus is up! MOONSAULT! NO! CAUGHT!

CROWD: OOOOH!

OBERSTARR: TOMBSTONE PILEDRIVER! RIGHT ON THE NECK- IMPULSE ALREADY CAME IN WITH A BROKEN VERTEBRAE! HE’S NOT MOVING!

MYLDE: Magnus still looks dazed from that superkick. He might wanna put this away NOW!

OBERSTARR: HE MAKES THE COVER!

CROWD/OBERSTARR: ONE!

TWOOOO!

THRREEEE!

OBERSTARR: NO! NO! IMPULSE GOT THE SHOULDER UP JUST IN TIME!

MYLDE: Bullcrap, that was three!

OBERSTARR: Magnus not taking any more chances, he’s got him locked up for the Destructo Bomb, for the third time! Will he get it now?

(SFX: BIG SLAM!)

OBERSTARR: YES! HE HIT IT! DESTRUCTO BOMB! DESTRUCTO BOMB! AND THE COVER!

CROWD/OBERSTARR: ONE!

TWOOOOOO!

THREEEEEE!!!!!!!

(SFX: Bell rings)

OBERSTARR: WE HAVE A CHAMPION! WE HAVE A CHAMPION!

SIREN: THE WINNER OF THIS BOUT! AAAAAAND THE INNNNAAAAUGURAL N-L-W WORLD OPEN WEIGHT ABSOLUTE CHAMPIOOOOOOOOONNN!!!!!! MAAAAAAAAAAAGNUUUUUUUUUUUSSSSS DEEEEEEEEEEEESSTTRRRRRRUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCTTTTTTTTTOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(CUEUP: “Conquer All” by Behemoth)

(KA-BOOM! FIREWORKS EXPLODE ABOVE THE RING!)

OBERSTARR: Finally, a champion has been crowned! Magnus Destructo, the 2010 King of All Monsters, has won the NLW Open Weight Grand Prix!

MYLDE: Was there ever any doubt?

OBERSTARR: For a good moment there, yes, you could say Impulse had the match won. Where so many others had failed, Impulse found a way to bring the monster down. But some unlucky circumstances led to a two count, and Magnus recovered! He showed the heart of a champion- both men did- and this crowd is on their feet!

(Music dies down, and RA PALAZZO, beaming with a smile, steps into the ring holding the NLW Open Weight Title. Next to him is a random suit, holding a large golden trophy)

OBERSTARR: Alright, here’s NLW Owner RA Palazzo with the presentation of the NLW Open Weight Championship!

(Magnus stands towering across from Palazzo. Impulse is finally up and slowly makes his way over to Magnus. The monster turns ready to attack, but Impulse extends a congratulatory hand which Magnus gladly accepts. Impulse makes his exit, and Siren holds a mic up to Palazzo)

PALAZZO: Magnus, you’ve worked hard over the course of the year, going undefeated on your path to the Absolute Championship. Now, on NLW’s biggest stage, Eye For An Eye, live on pay-per-view from HARTFORD, CONNECTICUT! (BIG POP!) I present to you, Magnus Destructo, Next Level Wrestling’s WORLD OPEN WEIGHT TITLE! Congratulations man, you’re the ABSOLUTE CHAMPION!

(Standing ovation from the crowd as Palazzo hands the belt off to Magnus, who raises it in the air with both hands! He gives a barbaric yell, shaking it in all directions of the arena. With the crowd chanting “MAG-NUS! MAG-NUS! MAG-NUS!” he runs over to one of the turnbuckles, climbs to the second, and raises the Open Weight Title up for all to see!)

OBERSTARR: This is incredible! We have our first champion, and it’s Magnus Destructo! And this will go down as one of the all time greatest moments in company history!

MYLDE: A history that will include all of three more weeks, because the price tag to run this shindig is enough to put us out of business.

OBERSTARR: Come on Jimmy, lighten up.

MYLDE: Hey, I’m just tellin’ it like it is, Oberstarr.

(CUTTO: STATIC)
 

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viii. STEEL CAGE GRUDGE MATCH: 'Electric' Eddie Patton v. Bobby Jack Windham

V/O: “Windham, Patton, BEYOND personal! This is…PRIMAL. Windham, Patton, two men born diametrically opposed, charged by fate to meet in combat. TONIGHT, the score gets settled!”

(CUEUP: “Bullet The Blue Sky” by U2)

(FADEIN: ‘ELECTRIC’ EDDIE PATTON pacing back and forth in one corner; transparent image of BOBBY JACK WINDHAM superimposed; and on top of that, another image of Patton; another of Windham; of Patton; of Windham…)

(Drums into guitar lead)

(CUTTO: Patton FLYING through the air to hit a big frogsplash, bouncing himself off his opponent and the canvas upon impact)

(CUTTO: Windham, running off the ropes, ducks a clothesline, back off the other ropes, BAM! SWEETWATER DREAMS clothesline from Hell, knocking some guy out!)

(CUTTO: Patton diving through the ropes, tackling Wanderlust into the steel guardrail)

(CUTTO: Windham throws a BIG KNEE at Duke Mackey, who came off the ropes)

“In the howlin’ wind,
Comes a stingin’ rain”

(CUTTO: Windham throwing repeated kicks to the ribs of Patton)

“See it drivin’ nails,
Into the souls on the tree of pain”

(CUTTO: Windham kneeling in prayer, center ring; Windham with Patton locked in the tree of woe, stomping his bloody face. He goes off camera for a moment, leaving us watching the hanging, blood soaked face of Patton. Suddenly his boots come storming back into view, baseball sliding Patton)

“From the firefly,
A red orange glow”

(CUTTO: Patton stumbling, hurt, not falling down. Windham comes in for the Sweetwater Dreams; Patton ducks, returns fire with a spinning heel kick)

“See the face of fear
Runnin’ scared in the valley below”

(CUTTO: Windham with the microphone, stomping a tied up Patton over and over)

WINDHAM: “… so ah’m askin’ you, dear Lord, ta please do what ah cayn’t find it in mah heart ta do… (STOMP!) …n’ that’s look after Eddie Patton. Look after him in this life, Lord… (STOMP!) …as he surely won’t meet you in th’ next… (STOMP!) Amen.”

(CUTTO: Windham pulling Patton off the ropes, up for a powerbomb, but gets hurricanrana’d into a pinfall! Patton leaps off in total elation)

“Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue
Bullet the blue”

(CUTTO: Windham clotheslining Patton to the outside, but Patton holds on and they both go over)

(CUTTO: Patton- MISSILE DROPKICK!)

“In the locust wind,
Comes a rattle and hum”

(CUTTO: Windham with a leg drop, pin; Patton kicks out; Windham picks him up, pin; Patton kicks out; frustration mounting)

“Jacob wrestled the angel,
And the angel was overcome”

(CUTTO: A fan JUMPS THE RAILING, climbs into the ring after Bobby Jack, only to be met with a lunging BOOT TO THE FACE! Security quickly grabs the man after he rolls out of the ring)

(FLASHCUTTO: FROGSPLASH- Patton! SWEETWATER DREAMS- Windham! GERMAN SUPLEX- Patton! BACKBREAKER- Windham! HURRICANRANA- Patton! POWERBOMB- Windham!)

“You plant a demon seed,
You raise a flower of fire”

(FLASHCUTTO: Face of Mark Windham, courtesy CSWA; Face of Troy Windham, courtesy NFW; Face of Bobby Jack Windham; shot expands, Patton is tied up in the ropes by his arms, like a crucifix, and Windham smacks him unconscious with the ring bell)

“We see them burnin’ crosses,
See the flames, higher and higher”
(CUTTO: Windam tosses the ring bell onto the mat, enters the ring, and picks it back up. He looks to the sky and mouths something before making the sign of the cross. Now he kisses the bell. He backs up a little, and…)

OBERSTARR: NO! NO! DON’T DO IT, BOBBY! DON’T DO IIIIIIIIIIIIIT- (SFX: THUD!)

“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!”

(Moment of silence between the announce team, while Windham immediately drops the ring bell. He walks over to the ropes and simply stares out at the crowd. Patton simply hangs by his arms from the ropes, looking almost crucified. His jaw is…noticeably crooked)



(CLOSEUP on Patton)

“Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue
Bullet the blue”

(Bass and drums play a steady rhythm)

(CUTTO: Studio set at a crowded Manhattan bar. Date and show are on the bottom left of the screen: AFTER HOURS w/Strawberry B!TCH, July 17, 2010. Strawberry sits across from RA PALAZZO)

StrB!TCH: Speaking of Eye for an Eye, we now know it’s going to be Zesty Mordant versus Vic Gravender in a number one contender’s match. Bobby Jack Windham cost Eddie Patton his shot to get in on that, and also challenged him to a steel cage match in Hartford. Is that match going to happen at the pay-per-view as well?

PALAZZO: We weren’t sure what was going on with that, but I talked to Eddie at the end of the night, and he accepted the match. (BIG CHEERS!) You know, they’re both 1-1 against each other- Eddie thought all scores were settled at the Grand Prix, but obviously Bobby Jack felt differently. But at Eye for an Eye, in a 20 foot steel cage, the score will FINALLY be settled, and hopefully both men can move on after that.

(SLO-MO SPLIT-SCREEN: Windham on the left/Patton on the right)

“We turn the key and slowly unlock the door,
As a man breathes into his saxophone,
And through the walls you hear the city groan.
Outside, is America
Outside, is America”
(FADE TO: NLW ‘EYE FOR AN EYE’ LOGO)

(Music fades)

(FADEIN: LIVE! Pan shot of the XL Center- the crowd is stirring in anticipation of what’s to come. The ring is enclosed in a 20 ft. steel device, better known as the STEEL CAGE)

(CUEUP: “La Grange” by ZZ Top)

(INSTANT BOOS! The hatred for the man about to make his entrance is DEAFENING!)

(Camera zooms all the way from the end of the entranceway to the top, looking up the chin of BOBBY JACK WINDHAM, who stops to survey the audience with a look of disgust before continuing on towards the cage. He’s wearing a wrestling singlet bearing the red and white of the Texas Tech Red Raiders)

OBERSTARR: There are many young stars of the future here in NLW, perhaps none more infamous than Bobby Jack Windham. A legacy wrestler, as he’s fond of reminding us time and again. But in many ways, he’s carving a path in this business much different from the one blazed by Mark and Troy. His style, the personal approach to everything he does…

MYLDE: I completely disagree. I think he’d be offended at the notion that he’s unlike his family. Bobby Jack is someone who prides himself on that lineage, on continuing in the footsteps of greatness.

OBERSTARR: I get what you’re saying, but you tell me you’ve seen anything like the look in Bobby Jack’s eyes when you look into Mark’s or Troy’s. As neatly packaged as this one is, there’s something unhinged about him. And the worst part is, he thinks he takes directions from GOD!

MYLDE: Well maybe he does? I don’t know! Who are we to doubt him?

(NLW Official opens the cage door for Windham, and climbs through the ropes into the ring, throwing an arm up to an unwelcoming crowd- throwing it up DESPITE them, one would say)

(The arena lights dim; “Thunderstruck” by AC/DC begins to play over the PA as blue and white lights flash at the entrance curtains before becoming a single strobelight. The strobe flashes quickly to keep pace with Angus’ scale notes. The crowd chants along- THUN-DAH! THUN-DAH! THUN-DAH!)

OBERSTARR: This is his big moment, Jimmy…

MYLDE: His big failure you mean.

(The crowd continues to chant. And just like that- BOOM! The chorus kicks in, EDDIE PATTON storms out! He rushes to either side of the railing, dressed in blue wrestling pants with yellow bolts on both sides, plus matching boots and wristbands)

OBERSTARR: Talk about a kid with a lot on the line here tonight. His honor, his pride…but he won’t admit it. He’ll tell you he just wants to wrestle. He just wants to light the arena up. And you know what, Jimmy? I don’t believe him for a SECOND. He wants to shut this cocky Texan up. He wants to erase the memory of what happened at the hands of Windham at the Golden Boy Grand Prix, despite his pyrrhic victory that night. His face, BLOODIED. His jaw, BROKEN. Not once, but twice Windham tied him up and beat him like an animal. And then to compound things, he cost him a shot to be the number one contender for Magnus’ title. No…Eddie Patton want this tonight. He wants to turn this place ELECTRIC!

MYLDE: Sorry, what? I was listening to Margaritaville on iPod.

(Cage door is opened for Patton, but instead he opts to climb to the top corner, looking over the crowd and leading them up to a standing ovation!)

OBERSTARR: Alright, both men are in their corners, let’s send it over to Siren for the introductions!

(CUTTO: SIREN with the microphone, both Windham and Patton in their respective corners)

SIREN: Ladies and gentleman…WWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWELCOME TO THHHHHHHHHE MAIN EVENT! THEEEEEE FOLLOWING CONTESSSSSSSST IS SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL, AND IS A STEEL!...STEEL!...STEEL CAGE MATCH! The only paths to victory are OVER the cage, THROUGH the door, standard pinfall, OR submission!

INNNNTRODUCING FIRST! TO MY LEFT!

(BIG BOOS as the camera closes in on Bobby Jack Windham, statue-like in his corner, arms crossed, one leg resting up on the second rope)

SIREN: He is the pride of SWEETWATER, TEXAS! Standing SIX FOOT SIX, he weighs in at TWOOOOO HUNDRED and FIFTY FIVE POUNDS! Bearer of the name WWWWWWINDHAM! BOBBY! JACK! WWWWWWWWWWWIIIIIIIINDHAMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!

(BOOS!)

SIREN: AND HIS OPPONENT!

(BIG CHEERS! Eddie Patton’s in his corner, full of energy, pacing back and forth, keeping his stare locked on Windham in the other corner)

SIREN: FROM GARY INDIANA! (CHEERS GETTING LOUDER!) STANDING FIVE FEET, ELEVEN INCHES! HE WEIGHS IN AT TWOOOO HUNDRED AND TWENTY THREE POUNDSSSSS! THE GOLDEN BOY FINALIST! HE IZZZZZZ! ELLLLLLLLLLLLLECTRIC! EDDIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE PAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATTOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!

(Patton pumps his first forward, and the crowd works into a fever pitch!)

OBERSTARR: This is as BIG AS IT GETS, Jimmy! The biggest match in either man’s brief career! And you’d better BELIEVE this cage is gonna test their mettle!

(Windham calls over to Siren, motioning for her to approach him. He asks for the mic, and she obliges)

OBERSTARR: What now? It’s match time and he’s calling for the mic! Haven’t we heard enough from him?

(Patton throws his hands up , clearly frustrated with the stalling. He yells, “Come on!”)

WINDHAM: Now hold on a minute, Eddie. Ah got somethin’ ta say.

(BOOS!)

WINDHAM: (turns to the crowd) AND AH DON’T CARE IF YOU PEOPLE LIKE IT OR NOT! (back to Eddie) Y’see, Eddie, ah been doin’ a lot of thinkin’ lately. You ‘n me, we’re not so different. We’re not lahk the rest of these ATHEIST HEATHENS. Ah’m from Sweetwater, yer from Indiana- now that’s REAL America, Eddie. Where people still work hard fer their dollars ‘n practice traditional values. Y’know what tradition is in a place lahk THIS? It’s walkin’ to th’ family services office every first of th’ month to pick up their welfare check so they can fund their kid sister’s bi-racial abortion!

(SARCASTIC CHEERS!)

CROWD: “WE’RE-ON-WEL-FARE!” CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP

WINDHAM: SEE? They’re PROUD of it! They don’t got nothin’ in common with either of us. Th’ only reason they cheer fer you is cause they stand against me, and th’ only reason they stand against ME is because ah believe in JESUS CHRIST. (BOOS!) Now ah realize we’re both professionals, Eddie. We got this beef, and we’re ONE and ONE. These people would lahk nothin’ better than to see two decent, God-fearin’ men rip each other apart in a cage. These Romans, they don’t even need th’ lions, y’see? But th’ way ah see it… (pause) …is ah have one DOMINANT win over you. Not yer fault- ah’m a Windham boy, ‘n ah don’t think you fully comprehended that. You, on th’ other hand, have one bullcrap win over me; one in which mah own ego let you back into a match you had no business winnin’. That was mah fault. But you don’t really consider that a win, do you? (BOOS!)

(Eddie’s got his hands on his hips, looking down and curling his tongue over his gums in frustration)

CROWD: “F*CK-HIM-UP! F*CK-HIM-UP! F*CK-HIM-UP!”

WINDHAM: So th’ way ah see it...we already done found out who th’ better wrestler is. Everybody from mah Uncle Mark to mah Cousin Troy, even mah Cousin Kendall, has been tellin’ me ta go in there ‘n break you apart inside this steel cage. But ah prayed on this, ‘n you know what Jesus Christ told me, Eddie?

(Eddie sarcastically mouths “What?”)

WINDHAM: He told me ta have mercy on you, ta join hands with you, walk outta this cage, ‘n show EACH and EVERY ONE of these people that even in th’ Valley of the Shadow of Death, the HOLY SPIRIT is STILL ALIVE!

(BOOS!)

CROWD: “F*CK HIM UP, ED-DIE, F*CK HIM UP!” CLAP CLAP!

(Windham looks at Eddie Patton, hands him the mic)

PATTON: Just ring the damn bell!

(BIG POP!)

OBERSTARR: FINALLY! After all the waiting, the deliberating, the PONTIFICATING from one Bobby Jack Windham, these two are gonna settle the score inside a STEEL CAGE!

(SFX: Bell rings)

OBERSTARR: LOOK OUT! Bobby Jack just ambushed Patton from behind as he was handing the mic to Siren! Axehandle to the back! Another one! Windham throws Patton down into the corner, and is punishing him with stomps to the chest!

(Windham turns and taunts the crowd. “I’M DOING GOD’S WORK!” he yells)

OBERSTARR: Say what you want about the Windham kid, he is RELENTLESS, and he is VICIOUS!

MYLDE: Look, it’s no secret what you’re getting with Bobby Jack. You’re getting MARK, you’re getting TROY, you’re getting DECADES of purebred championship wrestling ability, except he’s YOUNGER, FASTER, and STRONGER than anything we’ve seen before. And what’s this kid got, huh? What did he ever learn living in Tumbleweed, Indiana that could’ve prepared him for this?

(SFX: Cage rattles)

OBERSTARR: And Windham just LAUNCHED Patton headfirst into the cage! Look at Windham taunting him with his foot! It looks like he’s headed for the cage door now, and indeed he is!

(Windham yells for the official to “OPEN THE DAMN DOOR!” But on his way, Patton climbs to his feet and dives after one of Windham’s legs)

OBERSTARR: Doesn’t appear like he’s going to make it; Eddie desperately clings to that single leg, and reverses Windham towards the center of the ring. Leg trip, Windham’s down on the canvas, and PATTON drives an elbow into the knee! It wasn’t going to be that easy for the young Windham. As he’s shown time and again, Eddie Patton the most resilient man we have on our roster.

MYLDE: The cage TESTS resiliency, Oberstarr. If he’s really got a pair, we’ll know TONIGHT.

OBERSTARR: Indeed we will. Patton delivers a kick to the back of Windham’s knee. Seems a good strategy- weaken the legs of the big Texan to hinder his climbing ability. Patton brings Windham to his feet- SNAP SUPLEX! I tell ya, he’s not the biggest guy, but Patton is compact and powerful for a guy who barely makes heavyweight.

MYLDE: He’s gonna be spending a lot of energy performing moves like that on Bobby Jack Windham, a guy who, really, could’ve competed in the Monsters tournament OR the Golden Boy.

OBERSTARR: He’s going for the figure four now. Will he lock it on? Yes! Windham’s lower extremities being tested now! Will this slow him down later on in- OH NO! Windham just leaned forward and threw his fingers into the eyes of Patton! And now he’s out of that lock!

MYLDE: Windham’s so long, all he had to do was sit up and lean to perform a move like that, really. Next time Patton should choose his maneuver more wisely!

OBERSTARR: You call that a move? I call it BUSH LEAGUE.

MYLDE: Windham might welcome that comparison. You know he’s from Texas, right?

OBERSTARR: Bobby Jack’s got Patton up now. SPINNING BACK BODY DROP! You could hear the THUD as he landed! And now Windham’s regained control.

(Windham runs off the ropes, leaps, a drives a HEAD BUTT right into Patton’s ribcage)

OBERSTARR: Look at that! We haven’t seen that one from Windham yet.

MYLDE: Hey, this is the cage. The gloves come OFF.

OBERSTARR: Windham stands Patton up. Uh oh, he traps the head between the thighs, and this could be trouble for Patton!

(Windham lifts Patton up and DRIVES HIM INTO THE MAT for a POWERBOMB!)

OBERSTARR: THEY COULD HEAR THAT ALL THE WAY UP IN THE SECOND AND THIRD MEZZANINE!

MYLDE: How? Nobody’s sitting up there!

OBERSTARR: The wind came out of Eddie Patton after he was just PLANTED with that powerbomb, and now Windham starts his climb!

MYLDE: He’s tall; he’ll get to the top quick! Patton better hurry!

OBERSTARR: It’s going to be a challenge for Patton to recover quick enough! He’s coughing back to life, but Windham’s already at the top of the cage! This might be all she wrote!

MYLDE: Clichés aside, THIS MIGHT BE ALL SHE WROTE!

(Patton approaches the cage as Windham throws his second leg over the cage, beginning his descent to the floor. Just before he climbs out of range, Patton is at the top and reaches down to grab Windham’s hair)

OBERSTARR: LOOK AT THIS! PATTON HOLDING ON FOR DEAR LIFE! WINDHAM’S NOT BUDGING, BUT PATTON’S NOT LETTING GO! HE’S LEANING OVER THE CAGE…NOW HE’S GOT WINDHAM IN A HEADLOCK! WINDHAM CLIMBS UP A LITTLE, AND PATTON’S TRYING FOR THE SUPLEX! CAN HE GET IT?

MYLDE: No way in hell does he get this. There’s not enough power in those arms, Oberstarr.

OBERSTARR: Patton’s pulling with all his might, but now Windham wraps up HIS head and they’re BOTH looking for the suplex! WINDHAM WANTS TO SUPLEX HIM TO THE FLOOR! IS HE NUTS?! IT’D BE A DRAW!

MYLDE: Come on kid, throw him forward and climb down!

OBERSTARR: PATTON’S UP! HE’S GONNA KILL HIM, JIMMY!

CROWD: “UUURRRAAAAHHHH!”

OBERSTARR: PATTON WRAPS HIS FEET BETWEEN THE CAGE, AND HE RENEWS HIS PULL! COULD WINDHAM BE GOING OVER THE OTHER WAY? IF WINDHAM GETS SUPLEXED INTO THE RING, HE’LL BE OUT COLD! MAYBE EVEN PATTON TOO!

(Windham resists until the pull is neutral, climbs up, and throws a leg back over the top of the cage in order to avoid the suplex)

OBERSTARR: Windham backtracking a little. This might be the smart move, to avoid total obliteration via suplex. Both men straddling the top of the cage now; Windham with a right, Patton with a left! Windham rakes the face! But Patton grabs his hair and delivers a BIG left hand! Windham looks like he’s gonna fall! He grabs Patton!

CROWD: “OOOOOOOH!”

OBERSTARR: AND THEY BOTH FALL BETWEEN THE ROPES AND THE CAGE!

MYLDE: That was a damn close call for Patton. He’s lucky to still be in this match!

OBERSTARR: Both men slow to get up, but it looks like Patton’s going to make it to his feet first! The cage door opens, AND PATTON’S LOOKING TO WALK OUT!

(CROWD EXCITEMENT!)

MYLDE: Come on Bobby Jack, do your family proud! Sh*tcan this scrub and end the show!

OBERSTARR: Windham grabs Patton from behind! Full Nelson! Patton’s on the other side of the ropes, but Windham holds on! Look at this! Windham just RAGDOLLED Patton over the ropes, holding onto that Full Nelson- OHHHH! FULL NELSON SLAM!

MYLDE: Lights out, baby!

OBERSTARR: Now it’s WINDHAM who makes toward the door! But Patton grabs him by the ankle!

(Windham turns, KICKS Patton in the mouth!)

(BOOS!)

MYLDE: Serves the little bastard right!

OBERSTARR: That’s the name of the game here in the cage! Eye raking, fingers in the eye, kicks to the mouth. I can’t say I like it, but the cage brings the worst out of people, and in the case of Bobby Jack Windham we’re seeing that! Now he’s got Patton up by the hair…here we go!

(SFX: Cage rattles)

CROWD: “OOOOOH!”

OBERSTARR: HE JUST RAN PATTON HEAD FIRST INTO THE CAGE! HE’S GOT HIM UP AGAIN! HERE WE GOOOOO!

(SFX: Cage rattles)

CROWD: “OOOOOOH!”

OBERSTARR: RAN HIM INTO THE OTHER SIDE OF THE CAGE! HEAD FIRST! PATTON CAN BARELY STAND, AND WINDHAM’S CALLING FOR SWEETWATER DREAMS! IRISH WHIP!

(Patton comes off the ropes but collapses to his knees as Windham winds up for the clothesline from Hell)

OBERSTARR: And perhaps his weakened state just saved him from being put away!

WINDHAM: (to the crowd) Look at him! He can’t even stand!

OBERSTARR: Patton now bleeding from the forehead as a result of getting thrown into the cage. And Windham calls for the finish AGAIN! IRISH WHIP! NO! PATTON DUCKS UNDER AND CRADLES HIM FROM BEHIND! ONE! TWOOOOOO! HE GOT- NO HE DIDN’T! HE DIDN’T GET HIM! TWO COUNT ONLY!

MYLDE: The match ain’t gonna end on bullcrap like that! This is pay-per-view, baby! You’ve gotta win BIG!

OBERSTARR: You take what you can get in the cage- the most BRUTAL match in professional wrestling, make no mistake! You can introduce tables, chairs, glass, fire, scaffolds, whatever you want. But that 20 ft steel structure remains, after decades, the most intimidating, draining, spirit-breaking specialty in professional wrestling, and don’t let anybody tell you otherwise!

MYLDE: Oh I believe it.

OBERSTARR: A lot of great careers have ended inside the cage, and win or lose, this match is going to change both men for better or worse! Windham grabs Patton by the head and KNEES him back down! Now he’s got his legs…he’s going for some kind of…oh boy! He’s got him in a Texas Cloverleaf, Jimmy!

MYLDE: Talk about brutal…

OBERSTARR: Windham’s depleting Patton’s gas tank little by little, but this could very well end the match! LOOK AT PATTON! YELLING! BLEEDING FROM THE FOREHEAD! REACHING FOR SOMETHING…ANYTHING! BUT NO ROPES ARE WITHIN GRASP!

WINDHAM: GIVE UP YOU SUNUVAB*TCH! GIVE UP!

PATTON: ARRGGHHH! GO TO HELL!

CROWD: (clapping) “ED-DIE! ED-DIE! ED-DIE!”

OBERSTARR: Referee asking Patton what he wants to do, but he’s not giving up! He’s looking for an escape! The audience is willing him to do it! Windham’s really cinching in!

MYLDE: He’s gonna quit, Ober-wan, I can FEEL IT!

(CLOSEUP on Patton’s face as he yells, blood pouring from his head!)

OBERSTARR: Patton’s in total agony! He’s being tested like never before in his young career! WAIT A SECOND, WINDHAM RELEASED THE HOLD!

MYLDE: Come on, Bobby Jack!

OBERSTARR: Clearly he was frustrated at Patton’s refusal to quit. Maybe the smarter move would’ve been to hold on and wear him out.

MYLDE: You’re damn right it would’ve been! Windham just made a big time rookie mistake. He really needs me in his corner, Oberstarr. I could take this kid to THE TOP!

OBERSTARR: When was the last time you managed a champion?

MYLDE: 1992, Nicky Quartermaker. It was a good year.

OBERSTARR: Windham’s climbing the cage now! Patton slow to get up, and even slower to the cage! That cloverleaf really did a number on him, and maybe even his aerial abilities have been reduced! Windham…CLIMBING! Almost to the top! Patton climbs after him and grabs his right leg! Windham trying to shake him, no luck whatsoever!

MYLDE: Look, he’s using one hand to hammerfist the crap out of Patton! I’m loving the ingenuity here!

OBERSTARR: PATTON LEAPS DOWN AND PULLS WINDHAM ONTO THE ROPES! WINDHAM DOUBLES OVER! AND NOW IT’S EDDIE PATTON WHO STARTS TO CLIMB!

MYLDE: Shake it off, Bobby Jack! You can’t let a nobody, “nothin’ happenin’” small town Indiana loser get the best of you! YOU’RE A WINDHAM, G*DDAMN IT!

OBERSTARR: Patton looks down and sees Windham on his feet! He gives up the climb and leaps at Windham, but he gets caught! WINDHAM! OOOOH MY! SPINEBUSTER!

MYLDE: YAHTZE! THAT’S HOW YOU DO IT! It’s over, Oberstarr! He’s gonna writhe on that mat like a WORM, piss his pants, and Bobby Jack’s going to take this victory now!

OBERSTARR: Indeed, Bobby Jack starts the climb again! And maybe Patton’s body just can’t take any more, because he hasn’t gotten up. Windham’s hit several high impact power moves on him, thrown him into the cage, reared back on a Texas Cloverleaf, and…well, how much more can you expect a man to take? Especially Patton who is at a considerable size disadvantage against the young Windham.

MYLDE: You said it.

OBERSTARR: Speaking of which, Bobby Jack’s at the top of the cage, and Patton’s only beginning to get up now! It’s not looking good for Patton that he’ll be able to stop Windham from landing, unless he can get out the door!

(Patton gets to his feet and sprints up the cage to catch up to Windham, who is already on his way down)

OBERSTARR: Patton has his second wind, but it may be too late!

MYLDE: He should’ve opted for the door.

OBERSTARR: Patton is now over the cage and descending, but Windham’s further down. Patton grabs the hair and starts pulling him up, but will that stop him? Windham climbs up a little and hits Patton with shots to the kidneys and liver! Both men are so close, but if Windham can get that grip loosened he could very well win it in just a few moments!

(All of a sudden, ‘DANGEROUS’ DUKE MACKEY shows up at cageside, followed by ELI SCHEINBERG)

MYLDE: Hey, what the hell are they doing out here?

OBERSTARR: Duke Mackey and Eli Scheinberg have come out of the locker room, and…it appears they’re cheering on Eddie Patton! Can you believe that? HERE COMES WANDERLUST! AND GRAVENDER! WANDERLUST CALLS FOR WINDHAM TO WIN IT! BOTH MEN JUST HAMMERING AWAY AT EACH OTHER, NOW SIDE TO SIDE ON THE CAGE AS MEMBERS OF THE LOCKER ROOM ARE POURING OUT!

MYLDE: Will somebody get these retards away from the cage, please? Thank you! I’ve gotta be the only one here with an ounce of professionalism.

OBERSTARR: MAGNUS IS OUT! ZESTY IS OUT! NOW IMPULSE IS OUT! WAIT A SECOND…WANDERLUST IS ATTEMPTING TO CLIMB THE CAGE! MAGNUS PULLS HIM DOWN, AND NOW WE’VE GOT A BRAWL ON OUR HANDS!

CROWD: “UUUURRRAAAAAAAHHHHH!”

(The crowd becomes unsettled, thinking there may be some BS interference in the finish of the match. A few rowdy fans jump the guardrails, catching the attention of Mackey and Impulse who begin to push them back. A few turns into a dozen, turns into 18 or 20, and now fans begin to climb the cage!)

OBERSTARR: WE’VE GOT A RIOT ON OUR HANDS! BOBBY JACK’S ALREADY CLIMBING BACK UP, SO IS PATTON! Where the HELL is security?!

MYLDE: Hey, I didn’t sign up for this! I’m three seconds away from walking out!

OBERSTARR: It looks like…10, 12 fans maybe, are climbing the cage, shaking it! Magnus is pulling them down one at a time, but more follow! Gravender’s doing his best, and here comes security! We have security officer’s climbing the cage after unruly fans! THIS HAS TURNED INTO COMPLETE CHAOS!

MYLDE: Windham and Patton are completely spooked. You see that? They’re back in the ring, they’re not even looking at each other! They’re kicking the cage trying to get the fans down!

(SFX: Headset drops)

(Close to a dozen fans are on the cage, simultaneously shaking it, trying to bring the thing down. RA Palazzo storms out of the back, and Siren hands him the microphone)

RA PALAZZO: Please DO NOT climb the cage! I repeat: DO NOT climb the cage! HEY! DON’T CLIMB THE G*DDAMN CAGE! The show WILL NOT continue if you don’t get down from the cage!

(Palazzo can be heard off mic saying, “Jimmy, Jimmy! Don’t leave. Tell Brian more security’s coming. … TELL BRIAN MORE SECURITY’S COMING! … F*ck, man.”)

(Slowly, fans begin to drop from the cage, or are pulled down. Brawls are erupting throughout the audience, and the wrestlers are physically apprehending fans along with security)

RA PALAZZO: Guys, get the F*CK away from them! Are you nuts? Let security do it! ATTENTION EVERYBODY: if you do not return to your seats, you WILL BE arrested! There will be NO refunds for leaving, or for otherwise being escorted out. This is your last chance. Return to your seats. Please.

(SFX: Headset gets picked back up)

OBERSTARR: If you’re still with us, we thank you for being patient. It looks like everything’s starting to settle down. I don’t think RA’s too pleased with the boys right now. A few of them became overzealous and decided to cheer on their friends at ringside. The fans took it the wrong way, and what you saw was the result.

MYLDE: Wanderlust should be fired for climbing the cage. Buncha drunken retards we have working for us. And look at Zesty: he’s another drunken retard.

(CUTTO: Zesty sitting down Indian style, head bleeding, looking sad as he drinks bourbon out of one hand, Coke out of the other)

OBERSTARR: Windham goes right back after Patton! Clobbering him with big axehandles! Here we go! ANOTHER POWERBOMB! NO! HURRICANRANA! HURRICANRANA FROM PATTON!

ONE!

TWOOOOO

THREEEEE! NO! NO! HE DIDN’T GET HIM!

MYLDE: Christ, that was close!

OBERSTARR: The hurricanrana was enough to get Windham last time, but he was able to kick out tonight! Patton on hands and knees, crawling to his feet, exhausted. Windham delivers a BIG kick to his stomach, sending the wind right out of him!

WINDHAM: COME ON, BOY! AH KNOW YOU GOT MORE LEFT THAN THAT!

OBERSTARR: Vicious taunts from Bobby Jack Windham. Now he sets him up for the Irish Whip. SWEETWATER DREAMS! NO! PATTON BASEBALL SLIDES UNDERNEARTH, GETS RIGHT BACK UP! KICK TO THE MIDSECTION OF WINDHAM! FACEBUSTER!

(BIG CHEERS!)

MYLDE: Where the hell did he get the energy for THAT?!

OBERSTARR: He must’ve dug real deep! Patton’s heaving, clearly taxed from that burst of energy! Now he crawls to the cage door! The official has it open! Wait, here comes Windham! He DRAGS Patton away from the door and walks toward it himself! But here’s Patton! DROPKICKS WINDHAM CHEST FIRST INTO THE TURNBUCKLES! ROLLUP FROM BEHIND! ONE! TWO! THR-NO! PATTON STORMS TO THE DOOR, BUT WINDHAM’S BACK UP AND PULLS HIS LEGS OUT FROM UNDER HIM! HE STEPS OVER FOR A CROSSFACE…PATTON ROLLS OVER ON HIM AND REVERSES!

(BIG CHEERS!)

OBERSTARR: PATTON’S FIRING AWAY WITH LEFT HANDS TO WINDHAM, ONE AFTER THE OTHER! HE’S UNRELENTING! ALL THAT FRUSTRATION TOWARDS WINDHAM OVER THE LAST YEAR IS BEING UNLEASHED BEFORE OUR EYES!

MYLDE: This kid needs anger management, Oberstarr! He better focus more on winning the match than slapping around the Windham kid for cheap thrills!

OBERSTARR: It’s a momentum changer! Patton is taking back the upper hand- and now WINDHAM is split open! Finally, he bleeds! Patton has him up now, and whips him into the ropes. He goes for the dropkick, but MISSES as Windham holds onto the ropes! WINDHAM RUNS FORWARD FOR A SWEETWATER DREAMS! MISSES! PATTON UP FOR A HURRICANRANA!

CROWD: OOOOOOH!

OBERSTARR: And gets PLANTED with a sitout powerbomb! Here’s the referee for the count!

ONE!

TWOOOOO!

THREEEEEEE!!!

NO! NO! NO! HE KICKED OUT! WINDHAM IS FURIOUS! HE CAN’T BELIEVE IT!

MYLDE: Neither can I! That was three! I’m calling for instant reply!

OBERSTARR: Windham’s got referee Mark Ellison by the collar, and THROWS HIM to the ground! He’s out of his MIND!

MYLDE: And I don’t blame him! I say kick BOTH their asses!

OBERSTARR: Windham kicks Patton violently to the face, taunting him some more! Now he’s got him by the legs…here we go! Déjà vu all over again! He’s hooking him into the turnbuckles for the tree of woe!

MYLDE: There ya go!

OBERSTARR: He’s got him locked in! This could be all! He could go for the door, or for the climb, or brutalize him en route to a pinfall!

(Windham turns around with Patton locked into the tree of woe, and yells out to Siren at ringside)

WINDHAM: (screaming out of his mind!) GET ME MY MICROPHONE YOU STUPID B*TCH!!!!!!!!

OBERSTARR: Patton unhooks himself! He must’ve learned a thing or two from past experience! WINDHAM!

MYLDE: TURN AROUND!

(Patton LEAPS sideways onto Windham!)

OBERSTARR: And Patton locks on a crucifix…Windham’s still standing! It’s a standing crucifix! He’s trying to bring him backwards for the pin, but Windham’s resisting with all his might!

MYLDE: W-W-J-D, BOBBY JACK! NO…FORGET THAT! WHAT WOULD TROY DO!

OBERSTARR: Windham’s stumbling backwards! THEY FALL INTO THE ROPES! THERE’S NO PIN, BUT PATTON’S HANGING ON! WAIT A MINUTE!

(Patton keeps Windham locked in the crucifix while pulling the top rope down with his free arm to transfer the crucifix to the ropes)

OBERSTARR: HE’S GOT HIM STUCK IN THE ROPES! BOBBY JACK’S CRUCIFIED IN THE ROPES!

MYLDE: NO!

OBERSTARR: YES! PATTON CRAWLS OUT…

(Patton stumbles out, tilts his head to take stock of Windham’s predicament, and looks around for his next move)

OBERSTARR: IS HE GONNA WALK OUT? CLIMB OUT? MAYBE HE’LL PULVERIZE THE HELL OUT OF BOBBY JACK! GOD KNOWS HE DESERVES IT!

(Windham struggles wildly to no avail!)

OBERSTARR: HE’S CLIMBING! PATTON IS GOING TO CLIMB OUT!

(PAN-OUT from the ring for a bird’s eye view of Windham caught in the ropes, Patton climbing the cage)

(Back to regular view)

OBERSTARR: PATTON’S MADE IT OVER THE CAGE! HE’S JUST GOTTA CLIMB DOWN! WINDHAM’S BUCKING LIKE A WILD HORSE, BUT HE’S STILL CAUGHT!

MYLDE: GET OUT AND RUN TO THE DOOR, WINDHAM! YOU HEAR ME?!

OBERSTARR: HE’S GONNA DO IT! HE’S GONNA DO IT! PATTON LOOKING TO JUMP!

(CROWD POPS BIG!)

(SFX: Bell rings furiously)

OBERSTARR: HE DID IT! EDDIE PATTON’S WON THE MATCH!

(CUEUP: “Thunderstruck” by AC/DC)

SIREN: HERE IS YOUR WINNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRR! EDDDDDDIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEE PAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATTTTTOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(Patton falls to his knees on the outside, but Mackey and Impulse are there to help him up. They start leading him to the locker room, but he stops to throw up his hands in celebration to the crowd!)

OBERSTARR: I’ve never seen anything like this! Hartford’s about to EXPLODE! Against all odds, Patton came back from certain defeat to win the match in epic fashion!

MYLDE: In all my years calling the action, being involved in this business, nothing has come close to the complete ANARCHY this place erupted into moments ago. Can’t say I enjoyed it…

OBERSTARR: But it was a great match, wasn’t it?

MYLDE: Well yeah, if you’re into watching blue chips like Bobby Jack Windham take bad losses. Me? I come from a simpler time, when men were men, and Windhams were Windhams, and they didn’t lose. Now you got kids like…what’s his name? Patton?

OBERSTARR: Eddie Patton.

MYLDE: Yeah, Eddie Patton. I don’t know about that guy.

OBERSTARR: Patton just showed the WORLD who he is, taking 2 out of 3 with Windham, winning in the main event of our very first pay-per-view, and establishing himself as a top contender to Magnus’ World Open Weight Title. No matter the odds, Patton always finds a way to get it done. And maybe he can succeed where others have failed with the big monster.

MYLDE: Let’s not get ahead of ourselves.

OBERSTARR: In any event, we hope you enjoyed tonight’s event. A champion was crowned, a contender was found, and a major score was settled before an unruly audience. All in all, I’d say it was a pretty good night.

MYLDE: Speak for yourself. My ass hurts. Can we sign off now?

OBERSTARR: Absolutely. For Jimmy Mylde, I’m Brian Oberstarr. We’ll see you at Vulgar!

(MONTAGE: Brock Alyas making his entrance; Alyas clotheslining Hendo; Alyas raising his arms in victory; Lumberjacks throwing Arcangel back in the ring; Arcangel getting the pinfall over Mackey; Canyeta making his escape; Zesty drinking on his way to the ring; Zesty scoring the pinfall over Gravender; Impulse hitting SUDDEN IMPACT on Magnus; Magnus hitting Impulse with the Destructo Bomb; Destructo holding up the World Open Weight Title; Eddie Patton and Bobby Jack Windham staring across at one another; Bobby Jack powerbombing Patton; the crowd erupting into chaos, climbing the cage; Patton climbing down for the victory)

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