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WRESTLEVERSE III: Baltimore, MD - 5/19/09

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IT BEGINS....

[The massive pyro opening WrestleVerse III obscures the stage as it blasts away. As it continues suddenly music cuts through the proceedings. MUSIC UP: "I Touch Myself" by the Divinyls plays as Shawn Hart in his golf cart, motors his way down to the ring. Andre Ware's Heisman trophy in the passenger seat.]

DT: What the hell is this idiot doing?! He's crashing the opening!

MN: What are you talking about? As ultimate champion, all this pyro, all this celebration is clearly meant for Shawn Hart!

TF: The following contest is set for ONE FALL...Introducing first from Orlando Florida, weighing in at 223 pounds...Representing Anthology...SHAWNNNNNNN HART!!

[Hart stops the golf cart at ring side and gets out. The crowd mostly boos with some of the smarks cheering]

DT: Shawn Hart kicking off WrestleVerse Three...And he's going to be in a fight here tonight!

[MUSIC UP: "I Don't Know Anything" by Mad Season. as "New School" Layne Winters makes his way down the ramp. Winters has his blonde hair pulled back into a pony tail. He wears black and green tights with black wrestling boots. The crowd boos Winters without anyone trying to be cool and cheer for him.]

DT: Layne Winters making his way to the ring now, this crowd not exactly on the side of Mr. New School.

MN: These fans cheer for a bunch of lunatics and idiots and yet an honest man like Layne Winters can't catch a break. I just don't get it.

TF: And his opponent...Hailing from Seattle, Washington he weighs in at 246 pounds...NEW SCHOOL...LAYNE!! WINTERS!!!

[Winters stalks about the ring, Hart yells at the ref to have Winters keep his distance...After a few moments the ref calls for the bell.]

DT: And WrestleVerse Three is underway...The two men lock up...Winters forces Hart into the corner and drives a shoulder into his chest, and again! Big right hand by Winters and he pushes Hart into the ropes...Hart whipped to the other side and he eats a BIG CLOTHESLINE from Winters!

DM: Winters coming at Hart with pure smashmouth fighting tactics to start, nothing fancy from Layne at all.

DT: Winters pulls Hart to his feet by his hair and throws him into the corner...Winters repeatedly kicking Hart in the gut and now just LAUNCHES Hart out of the corner with a hiptoss!

MN: I'm starting to warm up to Layne a bit here...I mean I'm still on the Anthology band wagon, but this kid has something going for him.

DT: Winters now grabs Hart and ELEVATES HIM...SNAP SUIPLEX!! Winters floats over for a pin!


ONE!!


TWO!!


NO!


DT: Hart kicks out at two! Winters quickly back on him with a chinlock and wrenching away on Hart, who's trying to get to his feet...Hart slowly trying to get himself up...He's to his feet...Series of elbows doesn't break the hold...He hooks Winters...BACK SUPLEX!

DM: That might be the break in the match Hart needs to get rolling!

DT: Both men down as the ref begins his count. Winters to his feet first...Right hand by Winters, Hart ducks him and gets behind Winters...INVERTED DDT! Hart quickly hooks the leg!


ONE!!


TWO!!


NO!!

DT: Winters gets the shoulder up...Hart grabs Winters and SLAMS him hard to the mat...a quick legdrop by Hart who's now going to the outside...Hart climbing up top...OFF THE TOP WITH A FLYING ELBOW!!! IT FINDS THE MARK!!! THE COVER!!!


ONE!!


TWO!!


THR--!! NO! NO!


DT: Winters kicks out! It was a very near fall but in the end Hart only got two...Hart giving the ref the evil eye as he pulls Winters back up to his feet...Hart fires off series of jabs...And now the El Codo Explosivo Bionic Elbow drops Winters!

MN: He's trying to get to he pay winda on the mudda ship!

DT: Winters down and Hart now stalking, measuring him...He's getting ready for the Hart On! Winters to his feet...HART HOOKS HIM!!! NO!! WINTERS HELD THE TOP ROPE!! HART LANDS HARD ON THE BACK OF HIS HEAD!

DM: Hart went full out for that move and just flattened himself there!

DT: Winters now trying to get his wits about him...Winters grabs Hart...He's got him hooked...NECKBREAKER!! Winters just DRILLED Hart with that neckbreaker and now he climbs to the second rope...Waiting on Hart to get to his feet...Hart stumbles up....BIG FOREARM OFF THE SECOND ROPE BY WINTERS!! HE COVERS!!


ONE!!


TWO!!


THRE--NO!! NO!!


DT: Hart kicks out! Winters shakes his head in disgust...Winters grabs Hart's leg...ANKLELOCK!! WINTERS WRENCHING THAT LEG!!

MN: The mean streak of this guy is just outstanding! I'm on the Layne Winters bandwagon!

DT: Hart thrashing, trying to get to the ropes...WINTERS DROPS DOWN AND TURNS IT INTO A HEEL HOOK!!! HART IN RIPPING AGONY...HE'S FIGHTING FOR ALL HE'S WORTH...HART MAKES IT TO THE ROPES!!

DM: Hart needed every last bit of energy he could muster to make his escape there!

DT: The ref now checking on Hart and his knee as a raging Layne Winters is in the corner....WAIT A SECOND! HE JUST RIPPED OFF THAT TURNBUCKLE PAD! He's exposed that STEEL ring under the buckle...Winters now grabs Hart and drags him over to that corner...HE BASHES HART'S HEAD INTO IT! NO! HART BLOCKS IT! Hart fires a series of back elbows staggering Winters...Hart grabs Winters' tights and PULLS HIM INTO THE CORNER!! WINTERS HIT THAT STEEL RING FACE FIRST!! WINTERS STAGGERS OUT OF THE CORNER...HART CATCHES HIM WITH THE HART ON!! HART HOOKS THE LEG!!


ONE!!


TWO!!


THREE!!


[Bell rings, MUSIC UP: "I Touch Myself" by The Divinyls as Hart rolls to the floor outside, the ref follows him to the floor and raises his arm as Hart limps slightly]

TF: Here is your winner...SHAWWWWNNNN HART!!!!

DT: Well I think Winters outsmarted himself there to be honest...But Shawn Hart took advantage of the opening Winters gave him and opens the show with a big win for himself and Anthology!
 

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Eavesdropping

[Backstage –

Craig Miles is situated near a corner in the hallways behind the main dressing room. Mojo Massey is….where he doesn’t belong.]

Mojo: [whispering] Folks, we’re in the hallway back here where moments ago I noticed Craig Miles moving to a secluded area of the arena….let’s see if we can listen in…

[The camera zooms in on Miles, but we still can’t make out who he’s speaking to around the corner…]

Miles: …and that’s when he makes his move. Not a moment sooner. Take care of business and I’ll see to it that he’s taken care of.

[Just then, Miles stiffens.]

Miles: [Looking at the unseen person] Take a hike…. [Miles pauses.] Mojo, unless you want to be injured very badly I suggest you walk away right now.

Mojo: [to the camera] Uhhh, that’s my cue guys…back to you.
 

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Tag Team Scramble

DT: Very interesting. I wonder who Miles was talking to.

DM: No idea, but it’s not a good omen for Anarky or Marcus Westcott later tonight.

[As the arena waits in anticipation, the PA system erupts into “Did My Time” by Korn. Out comes STALKER, cracking his knuckles and peering sideways at the booing fans. Behind him: FUSENSHOFF, his unwilling tag partner. Black and blue lights flash throughout the building as the two make their way to the ring.]

TF: Ladies and gentleman, the following contest is an elimination style tag team scramble! NO-TAGS-NECESSARY! Introducing first, representing THE FALLEN…STALKERRRRRR ANNNNNNNNNDDD FUUUUUUUUUUUUSENSHOFF!

DM: The TV champ looks completely unenthused, still paired with the man who owns his contract, Stalker.

MN: Trust me Fusenshoff, I know the feeling! I’m working with these two!

DT: The Fallen are coming off a recent victory at Aggression over two men who are set to do battle here later tonight, Anarky and Marcus Westcott. Some might say the win was tainted when Anarky turned his back on his partner…

MN: Hey, what you call tainted, I call exquisitely executed mind games that could very well make Anarky the number one competitor after tonight!

DT: Well that won’t be a factor tonight, as there are no tags needed. This one’s gonna be chaos folks, as EPW will welcome four brand new tag teams to the mix…and here comes a few of them now! It’s always high octane with these guys…

[Green and yellow lights flash through the crowd as the intro to “Back to the Primitive” by Soulfly begins to play. The audience stirs in excitement while the guitar riff plays, and then BOOOOM! The tribal drums begin to beat, the violent guitar chords are strum with bad intentions, and RICARDO “LIGHTNING” SILVA hops out, bouncing up and down, talking smack to an invisible enemy as the fans grasp for his hands. Behind him is cousin GABRIEL CARVALHO and the big bad MAURICIO DOS SANTOS marching to the ring like a military grunt]

TF: ANNNND FROM CURITIBA, BRAAAAAZZZEEEEEEEEELLLL!!!!!! RICARDO SILVA…MAURICIO DOS SANTOS…AND GAAAAAABE CARVALHOOO!!!! THEY…ARE…JUUUUUNNNGGGLLLEEE STORM!!!!!

DM: You talk about your hot blood from Brazil, just get a load of these guys!

DT: And I suppose the question is: which two members are going to be participating in the match here tonight?

[The arena suddenly goes dark. In the far distance, a yak’s horn is heard bellowing. The horn becomes louder and louder. By the final call ‘o the Yak- ZAP! Holographic lightning strikes the ring! The flash illuminates the other teams for just a second, who can be seen turning and looking, not quite sure what to make of it all. ZAP! The lightning strikes one turnbuckle, and sparks fly up! ZAP! Another turnbuckle and more sparks! ZAP! ZAP! ZAP! ZAP! The ring is being littered with sparks as holographic lightning strikes all around.]

MN: Oh God, what’s happening? Is this the End Times?

DT: What IS going on here?

DM: Look to the ceiling!

[Flashing on the arena ceiling like a strobe light is a projection of POWERMASTER, his face painted up and hair feathered. He SNARLS and the arena shakes from the reverberation from the PA. In the background, “Take No Prisoners” by Megadeth is lightly playing]

[POWERMASTER V/O]: “The man of eternal fokrucity has been beckoned by the almighty call of the YAK! AND-IT-IS-GOOD! BEFORE YOUR VERY EYES, BEHOLD THE MANGODS, THE WALKING WELLS OF INFINITE AGGROOO-INTENZITY!!!!! BEHOLD POWERGODZ!!!!! AND IT IS ON THIS NIGHT THAT BOTH I AND RYAN ORACLE DELIVER TO YOU AN ASTRO-PLANE OF INTENZE WARLIKE FURY THAT WILL LEAD US TO VICTORYYYY-Y-Y-Y-Y-Y-Y-Y-Y-Y-Y-Y-Y-AH-AH-AH-AH-AH-AH-AH-AH!!!!!!!

[POWERMASTER lowers his arms and begins to calm…begins to speak low, almost in a rhythmic chant]

[POWERMASTER V/O]: “…tell me the names…intercept their forcefields!....haaaaaaaaah…and now feed the names into my jaw-spell of energy!....MENNN OF CONNNNSTTTAAANNNTTTT SORRRRROOOWWWWW……STTAAAAALLLKEEERRRRR….FEEEEEWWWWWSENSHOFFFFFF….JUNNNNNNGGGGLLLLEEE STTTOOOOOORRRRRMMM….CONNNNNTTTRRRAAAADDDIIIICCCCCTTTIOOONNNN….[EXPLODES into a fierce battle cry!]….RRRRRAAAAWWWWWWRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[POWERMASTER thrusts his elbows to his waist three times, coinciding with holographic lightning that strikes the ring with each command; the crowd goes NUTS! At center ring, a trap door opens, letting out clouds of fog and mist. The camera can barely make out the images of two men elevating up through the clouds and smoke, standing back to back with their arms up; it’s Powermaster and Ryan Oracle!]

DT: It’s POWERGODZ! I’ve never seen an entrance quite like this; the building is on FIRE!

MN: We’re lucky the building isn’t on fire. Do POWERGODZ have a permit for that lightning?

DT: No Mike, I don’t think you need a permit for holographic lightning. However, Jungle Storm, Stalker, and Fusenshoff seem to be waiting for permission engage POWERGODZ! Nobody knows what to make of these two just yet.

[As the lights come back on and the smoke clears, both teams stare at POWERGODZ with trepidation. RICARDO SILVA slides into the ring and yells out “F*CK THESE CRAZY ASSH*LES!” and superkicks ORACLE in the side of the face]

DT: Ricardo Silva wastes no time engaging! Now the action starts, and it looks like everybody wants POWERGODZ eliminated! Oracle still down, and Silva goes for the cover…but the referee says he’s not in this match!

DM: Wait a minute, it seems that Jungle Storm have officially chosen Carvalho and Dos Santos as their representatives for the match. Looks like Ricardo’s riding pine on this one.

DT: Silva goes to the outside in protest; meanwhile Stalker is hammering away at Powermaster. Fusenshoff’s working over Oracle, as Jungle Storm joins in on the triple team. Powermaster taken down with a front-face Russian leg sweep; Stalker wrenching back his head!

MN: Is it me, or does it seem like something’s missing from this match?

DT: Irish whip off the ropes, Fusenshoff catches Oracle…belly to belly suplex! Dos Santos follows up with a knee to the face, and Carvalho drops a forearm to the head to finish. Oracle showing resiliency though, climbing back to his feet slowly. Stalker with the fisherman’s suplex on Powermaster…

1…

2…

Kick out from Powermaster!

MN: In all seriousness, what’s missing from this match?

DM: You know I think he’s right. Weren’t there other competitors scheduled?

DT: I’m looking at my lineup here, and it says that Contradiction and the Men of Constant Sorrow are also scheduled to appear. Perhaps we can...hold on a moment…I’m getting feed from my headset…both of them?...folks we’re gonna take you backstage, as we have word both teams are….

[Camera cuts to the back where the MEN OF CONSTANT SORROW and CONTRADICTION are slugging it out!]

DM: Looks like these guys got a little impatient during POWERGODZ’ grand entrance!

DT: Did they ever! Dick Burnett whips Drunken Tiger into a ladder followed by a clothesline! Tiger’s partner, the other half of Contradiction, The Sergeant, pummeling Emry Arthur with rights and lefts as the big man stumbles!

MN: Silva’s running up the ramp and past the curtain…how is his foot not tired from smacking Ryan Oracle in the face?

DT: SILVA FLIES AT BOTH TEAMS LIKE A MADMAN!

DM: If they wouldn’t let him in the ring, he figured the backstage fight would have to do.

DT: Arthur parries a Sergeant clothesline, picks him up quickly, and the big man brings Sergeant down to the concrete with a death valley driver! Silva with the LIGHTNING KICK TO ARTHUR, NO HE CAUGHT THE LEG! OOOH MY! Silva leaps from one leg and smacks Arthur in the head with that other foot! The Sergeant runs by though and boots Silva in the mouth…but Drunken Tiger follows with the ladder…HE HELICOPTERS IT ACROSS SILVA’S HEAD! IT’S A FREE FOR ALL BACKSTAGE, FOLKS!

DM: Ricardo Silva’s fast on his way to turning every team against Jungle Storm!

DT: Back in the ring, the pace quickens! Oracle off the ropes, ducks a Fusenshoff clothesline…comes from the other end with a flying headbutt…BUT FUSES DUCKS AND ORACLE SMACKS STALKER IN THE FACE WITH THAT HEADBUTT! Powermaster runs over with the splash and the cover…Fusenshoff turns his attention to Dos Santos…

1…

2…

3…!!!!!!!!!!!!

MN: NO FAIR! Oracle’s got an adamantium plate in his face!

DT: That’s all she wrote for Stalker and Fusenshoff, and Stalker having some words with his partner now…

DM: Don’t you mean slave? That was some HORRIBLE miscommunication between Stalker and Fusenshoff.

DT: Fusenshoff leaves the ring with Stalker angrily pursuing him. Carvalho and Dos Santos have Powermaster up for the…is it?...yes!...double brainbuster! WAIT! POWERMASTER’S HAND REACHES UP!

MN: Let me guess…he’s channeling immortal energy?

DT: Oracle waits on the top turnbuckle…Carvalho and Dos Santos throw everything they have at Powermaster, but he bangs his head and jogs in place! Powermaster’s in the zone, and Jungle Storm just don’t have an answer! Oracle off the ropes now and he DROPKICKS CARVALHO! Dos Santos challenges Powermaster and gets SPEARED! POWERGODZ are beating their chests and this crowd is eating it up! Oracle lifts Carvalho up…holds him…he’s TRYING not to shake…TRYING not to fall…DELAYED VERTICAL SUPLEX!

DM: The crowd’s been imbued with Fokrucity!

DT: Oracle runs around the ring, now he comes barreling off the ropes…OH NO! OH MY LORD IN HEAVEN, WHAT IN THE…?!

DM: I think the trap door entrance at center ring just collapsed underneath Ryan Oracle!

MN: HA! You dumbsh*t ape!

DT: Oracle’s stuck in that trap door pitfall! Powermaster tries pulling him out…but Carvalho slide kicks him in the temple! Carvalho motions to Dos Santos, and both men grab Powermaster by the arms.

DM: The backstage fight has officially spilled onto the ramp!

DT: Wrestleverse has become an all out melee! Emry Arthur chokeslams Silva down the ramp, but gets nailed from behind by Sergeant. Burnett and Drunken Tiger go blow for blow…Arthur pitches in…advantage goes to Men of Constant Sorrow!

DM: A team of refs have come out now to get Oracle out of that trap door. Hell, I’m not sure they can lift him!

DT: Jungle Storm has Powermaster’s arms tied up in the first and second ropes! He’s taking one heck of a beating; punches, kicks, knee, chops…

MN: Watch him pass out. Fokrucity debunked!

DT: He’s resisting all that he can. Reaching for the heavens, Powermaster’s pulling now…leaning forward, eating more punches, he struggles…pulling…pulling…OHHHH NOOO!!!! He’s taken the ringropes with him! Powermaster’s pulled the ropes right off the turnbuckles!

DM: This can’t be happening!

MN: Oh it’s happening, and so is a lawsuit for damages. These rings aren’t cheap, ya know…

DT: Drunken Tiger hits the ring now! But he’s helping Jungle Storm beat back Powermaster, who has just busted apart half the ring. Carvalho ties back his arms with the loose ring ropes, and I think they’re looking to hog tie him! With Powermaster strung up, all three men make the cover now…!

1…

2…

3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! He kicks out but not in time! POWERGODZ are eliminated!

MN: I’ve looked into the crystal ball of fokrucity, and I’ve seen POWERGODZ in 10 years…Oracle’s a membership consultant at World Gym, and Powermaster’s hocking tainted bodybuilding supplements.

DM: That was one hell of a performance by POWERGODZ, but that leaves us with only three teams…

DT: That’s right. Jungle Storm, Contradiction, and Men of Constant Sorrow…all in the ring now! Powermaster helps Oracle out of the trap door and the refs close it, hopefully for good. Dos Santos with a DDT on Burnett. Arthur has Sergeant up for a piledriver…Sergeant reverses, and he drops him backward! Drunken Tiger off the turnbuckle with a frog splash and the cover…

1…

2…

THREEE-NO!!!!

Carvalho dropkicks Tiger’s face and quickly grabs his leg…ankle lock attempt!...no, Tiger rolls through it, but Carvalho reverses into a knee bar! Arthur and Sergeant go at it, while Dos Santos tosses Burnett through the empty space where the left ring ropes used to be. Santos leaps over the edge and hits Burnett with a flying elbow!

DM: Mauricio Dos Santos is one of the more aero-dynamic big men in the sport. But render me impressed with Men of Constant Sorrow thus far, ‘cause they are hanging strong. They’re a little goofy…I didn’t expect much of these guys, but even I’m wrong from time to time!

DT: Sergeant…BIG POWERBOMB on Arthur!

1…

2…

Annnd Arthur kicks out! Ricardo Silva providing Dos Santos some extra curricular help there on the outside, but the ref is watching as Drunken Tiger turns out of Carvalho’s knee bar and stomps him as the hold is released. Tiiiiger cradle piledrives Carvalho!

MN: My apologies, but I refuse to be involved in a match featuring a couple of guys named Men of Constant Sorrow. I just…I won’t do it! That’s about as sad as it gets, and one can only pray to the Brazilian Pagan Gods that Jungle Storm murders these guys soon so we can all take a bathroom break.

DT: Burnett slowly climbs into the ring, Dos Santos follows. DOS SAAAANTOS’ LEG FALLS THROUGH THE TRAP DOOR!

DM: Will somebody PLEASE get a technician out here?

MN: Sorry, I don’t work minimum wage. I know what the pay around here is!

DT: Dos Santos is out, but he can’t walk! His ankle is swelling up already…he can’t continue! The referee motions to the outside…and JUST LIKE THAT Ricardo Silva is in the game!

DM: Can they do that?

DT: They can now! Silva like a bat out of hell…spinkicks Burnett…quickly up and off the ropes…flying knee to Emry Arthur, but Arthur’s just too big…he catches Silva and drops him in a VICIOUS backbreaker!

DM: Spinal injury if I’ve ever seen one!

MN: He rode that flying knee like Christopher Reeve rides horses.

DT: Damn it Neely, we’ve got sponsors to worry about! Silva’s ok, but he’s dropped with a power slam from Arthur…

1…

2…

And a kick out by Silva! Sergeant turns his attention to Arthur though, and now Silva’s got some breathing room. OH MY! Tiger just laid out Carvalho with the fireman’s carry into a neckbreaker! This could be it for Jungle Storm!

[Crowd counts]

1…

2…

3!!!! NO! NO! SILVA INTERRUPTED THE COUNT! AND JUST BARELY!

MN: That count was a bit fast anyway. They’re already trying to put the screws to Jungle Storm!

DM: So close!

DT: Tiger immediately rushes Silva and knocks him down with a nasty forearm following some punches. Drunken Tiger with Silva now…lifts him up…Silva falls over Tiger’s back on his feet, pushes him away…LIGHTNING SHOT! SILVA HIT HIM WITH ONE HELL OF A SUPERKICK!

MN: WATCH YOUR BACK, RICARDO!

DT: Sergeant damn near decapitates Silva with a clothesline! Burnett is there to dropkick Sergeant into Arthur who rips him down by his neck…will it be? YES! Arthur powerbombs Sergeant onto Drunken Tiger! Contradiction are both down! Burnett with the cover!

1…

2…

3!!!!!!!!!!

And it’s down to two teams! Jungle Storm and the Men of Constant Sorrow!

DM: I’ve gotta be honest: I’m not sure Burnett and Arthur have it in them to pull off the victory over the blue chips out of Brazil. Silva is BLAZING FAST!

DT: From the outside, Dos Santos is screaming at his teammates to get up! Arthur has Silva up…and he tosses him over the ropes into Dos Santos’ arms! Both men fall back!

DM: Dos Santos’ ankle is too banged up, he couldn’t support Silva’s weight!

DT: Burnett and Arthur taking turns on Gabriel Carvalho, and things are NOT looking good for Jungle Storm!

MN: If there’s any justice in the world, the pre-Wrestleverse random p*ss tests included the Men of Constant Sorrow!

DT: Are you trying to say that a victory tonight over Jungle Storm would be tainted, Mike?!

MN: That’s what I’m saying! How do you think Arthur got that tall, huh? Human Growth Hormone, it’s obvious!

DT: I think you need to retake that high school physiology course you failed…and Men of Constant Sorrow are just pummeling Carvalho! Burnett with the double arm DDT…Arthur actually taking to the top turnbuckle…huh? NO! FROG SPLASH! EMRY ARTHUR JUST HIT A FROG SPLASH ON CARVALHO!

DM: It wasn’t pretty, but damn is he big! That should do it for the upset!

DT: Arthur covers…Burnett on top of Arthur for a double-cover…Silva is slowly climbing the turnbuckle

1!!!!!

2!!!!!

THRRRR-INTERRUPTED BY SILVA! He Senton bombed the cover and wound up flying into the referee! Men of Constant Sorrow had it! Men of Constant Sorrow had it!

DM: That’s the second save he’s made on Carvalho. All those wars he’s endured over the years in the Brazilian ring must finally be wearing on him…

MN: I’d say! Silva’s bailing out deadweight like his name’s Barack Obama!

DM: Great, we just lost the 18-25 demographic.

DT: Silva leaps at Burnett for the hurricanrana, but gets powerbombed! Picks him up again…a second powerbomb! Burnett goes to the top rope while Arthur hoists Silva onto his shoulders.

DM: This could be their final shot to put away Jungle Storm for good!

DT: NO! Interrupted yet again! This time Carvalho blasts his elbow into the back of Arthur’s knee. Silva’s let down, Burnett comes at him…Silva avoids the punch, leaps up…flying triangle! Silva’s got the choke! Now it’s Carvalho and Arthur, one on one! Carvalho’s still shaken from the frog splash though. Arthur has him up for a big suplex, but Carvalho falls out behind him. He has Arthur by the waist, but he can’t lift him for the German suplex! Arthur tries to break the waist lock…

DM: This is where that strength comes in…

DT: The crafty Carvalho pushes Arthur forward, and launches him off the ring apron!

MN: Guess he can thank Powermaster for amending the ring ropes off the damn turnbuckle!

DT: Dos Santos limps over to Arthur and bogs him down in a petty brawl! Now here’s Jungle Storm’s opening!

DM: Silva’s got that triangle choke on tight, but Burnett just WILL NOT submit!

DT: Carvalho imploring Silva to release the choke…he does. Silva to the turnbuckle…Carvalho locks Burnett’s head between his thighs.

MN: You know how bad that sounds?

DT: Well it’s gonna look even worse: they’ve got him set up for something nasty! Carvalho brings Burnett up, DROPS HIM in a powerbomb! Silva off the ropes…SHOOTING STAR PRESS! I’VE HEARD OF THIS…THEY CALL IT THE DEATHWISH! THIS COULD BE A WRAP! THE COOOOVVVEEERRRR!

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2!!!!

3!!!!

It’s over! It’s over! Jungle Storm will leave their Wrestleverse debut victorious!

TF: HERE ARE YOUR WIIIIINNNNEEERRRSSS…JUUUUUUUUUNNNGGGGLLLLEEE STOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRMMMMM!!!!!!!!

DT: Two resilient teams battled tooth and nail, but in the end it is Jungle Storm emerging with the W!

DM: Yeah, I’m not so sure Jungle Storm knew what Men of Constant Sorrow had in store for them; dare I say they took them lightly?

MN: Lightly? Carvalho was sleeping! Jungle Storm owes Ricardo Silva great debt of gratitude!

DT: Well in any case, one thing is for certain: nobody is taking Men of Constant Sorrow lightly after this battle. In fact, this match saw a lot of action from a handful of teams who are going to be tough to beat down the line. When it comes to the EPW tag team division, there are no easy draws!

DM: Looks like the ring crew is out here to fix the turnbuckle ropes issue, and that trap door as well.

DT: What a mess POWERGODZ caused tonight…Lindsay Troy may have to chat with Powermaster about toning down the intro. The ring crew continues to work as we await our next match!
 

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Devil's Bargain

[Jason Reeves is seen storming into his locker room as the camera follows behind. Fusenshoff is standing in the corner facing the wall, putting some stuff in a duffel bag.]

Stalker: What the HELL was that?

[No response from Fusenshoff. He continues what he's doing, not acknowledging his tormentor.]

Stalker: I don't tag with you to make a fool out of us, punk!

Fusenshoff: Yeah, well, I don't want to tag with you at all. I do what you say because I have to. I don't care at all why, or what you want.

[Jason's face turns into a smirk.]

Stalker: Well I think we all know what will happen if you don't do what I say. And you can only blame yourself for that. Then again, you're used to blaming yourself aren't you?

[Fusenshoff continues to ignore what Jason says. It only serves to provoke Reeves further.]

Stalker: I mean seriously, what kind of ASSHOLE drives drunk with his kid sister in the car?!

[A bellowing yell erupts through the locker room as Fusenshoff lunges at Jason.]

Fusenshoff: I'm DONE! You hear me JASON!?? I AM DONE! Being a wrestler in Empire Pro is not worth this ****ing garbage. NOT WORTH IT ONE BIT! I am tired of you, I am tired of EVERYTHING! If you want to use that damn piece of paper to end my career here fine! Because tagging with you and following whatever words you say... I'M DONE!

[Jason peels Fusenshoff's hand off of him and he takes a step back.]

Stalker: What if I gave you an out?

Fusenshoff: What?

Stalker: There is something that I want done, if you do it for me... I'll promise to never get involved, never interfere, never get in your business. I simply won't exist to you.

[Fusenshoff takes a step back and stares Jason down.]

Fusenshoff: What do you want?

[Grinning Jason leans forward and stares face to face with Fusenshoff.]

Stalker: Finish off Daymon. No matter what happens in the main event tonight – finish him…..and you’re free. Not tonight, mind you. Tonight, Sean proves he's the best in the world all on his own. But next week, you finish him...and this is all over.

[With that Jason walks towards the camera and pushes them out of the locker room and closes the door as Fusenshoff stands there stunned.]
 

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Omega vs. "Phenomenal" Frankie Scott - "Barb" on a Pole Match

[CUE UP: “Phenomenon” by Thousand Foot Krutch. Once the music hits the speakers, Frankie Scott emerges to immense amounts of booing and hissing. He ignores the fans, instead staring straight ahead and focusing on Barb hanging from the pole.]

TF: The following match is scheduled for ONE FALL! It will be a BARB-ON-A-POLE MATCH! Introducing first... from Atlanta, Georgia... weighing in at TWO HUNDRED FORTY-TWO pounds...

FRRRRAANKIEEEE SSSSSSCOTTTTTTT!

[CUE UP: “Redeemer” by Marilyn Manson. The house lights gradually dim into blackness. Strobe lights circulate around the arena. Omega emerges, ending the boos for Scott and encouraging some cheering, though many fans are still confused by the crazy bastard.]

TF: And his opponent, from the great state of Missouri... weighing in at TWOO HUNDRED NINETY-FIVE pooounds... he is......

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO-MEEEGGGGGGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!

[Omega enters the ring, ignoring Scott and walking straight towards the turnbuckle that holds the pole that holds Barb. He looks up at her and pleads with her to come down off of the pole.]

DM: Never turn your back on an opponent!

DT: Scott with forearm shots against the back of Omega as the bell rings. Pushes the big man off of the ropes, whips him across the ring.

MN: Finish him off, Frankie!

DM: That’s not going to happen, Mike. It’s far too early and Omega is far too crafty. He ducks a clothesline. Off of the opposite ropes. High Impact Clothesline from Omega! Omega picks up Scott and applies a headlock, cinching it and trying to slow down his much-faster opponent.

DT: Scott with some elbows that break the headlock. Arm ringer to Omega. He rings it once more. Into a wristlock behind Omegs’s back. Omega with a back elbow that forces Scott to release the hold. Omega off of the ropes, but Scott hits him with a Drop Toe Hold! And he applies a Single Leg Boston Crab.

DM: Sound strategy, there. If he can injure Omega’s leg, he can slow him down when he tries to get up to capture Barb.

MN: I can’t believe you two morons refer to that steel chair as Barb. You’re not supposed to justify the beliefs of crazy people!

DT: Omega pushing up with his massive arms. Now he’s crawling towards the ropes. He grabs the bottom rope and the referee tells Scott to let go. But that doesn’t stop him from kicking the back of Omega’s knee repeatedly! He drags him back into the middle of the ring and picks him up.

MN: Collar-and-elbow tie up. Scott, though smaller than Omega, outclasses the crazy idiot and pushes him into the corner! Knife edge chop! Another! If you ask me, Scott oughta try punching some sense into Omega! Maybe he can help the guy out!

DM: Well, you just got your wish Mike. Big lefts and rights from the Phenom. Irish whip from one corner to the next… no! Reversed into a short-arm clothesline! And Omega drops an elbow on Scott! Another!

DT: Omega is dead set on winning Barb back for once and for all! Omega picks him up. Hooks him for a sidewalk slam.

MN: Frankie Scott with some quick elbows and breaks the hold. God, that man is fast! Dropkick! Omega getting back to his feet. But another dropkick sends him back down! Thattaboy!

DM: The Phenomenal One clearly the faster of the two. But Omega is as resilient as he is crazy.

DT: Scott whips Omega off of the ropes. Back elbow sends him to the mat. Picks him back up.

MN: Technically-perfect Russian leg sweep!

DM: What Frankie Scott is trying to do is hit Omega with a few big moves early-on so he can climb up the pole and retrieve Barb. He is off of the ropes… Rolling Senton Splash! That’s the type of move that can stun Omega for long enough for Scott to climb the pole.

DT: Frankie Scott climbing up the turnbuckle. Omega holding his abdomen, trying to get to his feet. Omega gets to his feet.

MN: Dammit, Frankie, hurry!

DM: Frankie Scott has a decision to make. If he doesn’t think he can get to Barb in time, he can at least use his height for an aerial maneuver. Cross body block!

DT: Caught by Omega! Turned into a Powerslam! That’s a game-changer!

MN: Oh, please.

DM: Omega smartly going over to the turnbuckle. He is looking up at Barb as if she is summoning him. He begins to climb. This might be it… but never count Frankie Scott out!

DT: Frankie Scott is up to his feet. He dropkicks the turnbuckle, shaking it and forcing Omega to fall legs-split on the turnbuckle!

MN: Ha ha! I love it! Barb is forced to watch as Omega’s balls are CRUSHED!

DM: Frankie Scott would be smart to capitalize.

DT: Looks like he is going to capitalize. He climbs up, grabs Scott’s head. Neckbreaker from the top-rope!

MN: Get Barb, Frankie!

DM: Omega holding his neck, struggling to get to his feet, using the ropes to help him up.

DT: Frankie is up top, reaching for Barb…

MN: Dammit, Omega! Omega is climbing up behind Scott!

DM: Omega with some headbutts to the back of Scott’s head…Wow! Picture-perfect belly-to-back superplex!

DT: A move like that often stuns both men and that appears to be the case here as well. Omega first to his feet. But here comes Scott. He charges at Omega… back body drop to the outside!

MN: Dammit, Omega, keep it clean! There are kids watching!

DM: This is the best chance Omega will probably ever have to get Barb! He is going for the corner, now climbing up the turnbuckle. This might be it, guys.

DT: Omega reaching for Barb… but here comes Frankie Scott!

MN: Yeah baby!

DM: Scott is just so much faster than Omega. He climbs up the other side of the turnbuckle.

DT: Both men on top of the turnbuckle now! Exchanging rights and lefts!

MN: Push his crazy ass of the turnbuckle, Frankie!

DM: Frankie Scott with a forearm shot. Another. An eye gouge. And a headbutt sends Omega down to the mat! If we were awarding points, Scott would be up by a hairpin right now!

DT: Amazing maneuver! He performed that move faster than I can call it! The Phenomenal One jumps onto the top-rope and springboards into a Frog Splash on Omega!

MN: That’s why Frankie Scott deserves Barb.

DT: Frankie Scott going back up the turnbuckle. He reaches up the pole. He has his hand on Barb! He’s untying her… er—he’s untying it!

MN: Make Omega bleed, Frankie baby!

DM: Amazingly enough, Omega is getting to his feet!

MN: Who gives a crap! Frankie Scott has Barb!

DT: Scott sees that Omega is slowly rising to his feet. He waits for him to stand. And he jumps off of the turnbuckle with Barb!

MN: YES! YES! GET HIM!

DM: Omega with a fist to the gut of Scott that stops him in mid-air! Scott drops Barb.

MN: I CALL FOUL!

DT: Omega hooks Frankie’s head… inverted DDT! Now he’s walking over to Barb. He picks her up and smiles. He’s having a conversation with her!

MN: I swear to God… if Omega starts making out with her or something worse… I am quitting EPW.

DM: Apparently Omega and Barb are discussing ring strategy or something. But whatever they are doing, it is giving Frankie Scott enough time to come to his senses. He slowly gets to his feet. Omega really has to use Barb for what she is—a steel chair wrapped in barbed wire—or Frankie Scott is going to figure out a way to win this one!

DT: Scott with a dropkick to the back of Omega’s knee that sends him down! Barb falls to the side. And Scott picks Barb up!

MN: BLOOD! BLOOD!

DT: Scott swings the chair down at Omega! But Omega sees it coming and rolls out of the way. He quickly gets to his feet as Scott chases him with Barb! He ducks a chairshot. Scott swings again but Omega ducks! The chair hits the turnbuckle and bounces back and hits Scott in the face!

MN: Barb just cheated! That’s manager’s interference!

DM: Looks like Scott was pierced by one of the barbs! He is checking his forehead for blood and sees it. Omega picks up Barb. Looks like he is apologizing to her or something. Scott turns around… and Omega swings Barb at Scott!

MN: Ducked by my man, Frankie Scott! Frankie with a kick to the gut of Omega! He drops Barb. Hooks him for the Phenom Drop! Yes! Yes! ON THE CHAIR! Do it! Do it!

DT: But Omega is kicking his legs! He breaks the cradle. He reverses! Back body drop… no! OMEGA WITH A SPINEBUSTER BOMB ON BARB!

DM: Omega could win this right now if he’d take the time to pin Scott. But he is too busy cradling Barb in his arms, apologizing for using her as a weapon! Finally, Barb accepts the apology or something… because he’s going for the cover!

…one…

…two…

…three—no! kickout!

DM: Omega waited too long to make that cover!

MN: You are SO biased! Did it ever occur to you that it was the Phenomenal One’s resilience that saved him? Hmm?

DT: Omega picks up Scott. Hoists him up into a reverse fireman’s carry. Time for The End! But Scott is firing back with elbows! TORNADO DDT! …ON BARB!

MN: God dammit!

DM: Frankie Scott smartly wasting no time, knowing how resilient Omega is. He gets Omega up… Phenom Drop on BARB! Cover!

…one…

…two…

…three…

TF: And your winner…. FRRAAAAANNNKKIIIEEE SCCCCCOOOOOTTTT!!!!!

DT: What a match! Frankie Scott won this one! I wonder if this marks the end to the war these two have waged over the past few months?

MN: Time for Frankie Scott to move onto bigger and better things. Omega was simply a stepping stone for the Phenom!

DM: Scott picks up Barb and is looking at it, perhaps trying to decide what to do with it. The fans are booing hysterically. He rolls his eyes at them then throws the chair—er, Barb—down on the mat.

MN: See? What’d I tell you? Frankie Scott is moving on!

DT: Listen to these fans! They HATE this man!

MN: Idiots.
 

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Crimson Calling, Mystery Match

[We open up backstage where we find "the former ESCAPE ARTIST" Erik Black and "the ex-RAGING RUSSIAN" Ivan Dalkichev, otherwise known as the Sickle and Hammer of the Crimson Calling, standing together in the locker room with an unassuming bottle of water in between them.]

EB: Well, 'Van... we've been plotting this over the course of many months. But the moment has finally come! You ready?

ID: Ready as I'll ever be, 'Rik.

EB: Let's do it...

[Black twists the cap off of the bottle as Dalkichev draws out a small vial of clear liquid. He uncorks it and pours it in... and halfway through the act, they are startled to hear someone clear their throat. Spinning around with the evidence behind their backs, they find the mastermind of the Crimson Calling, NATHAN FEAR, standing in the doorway of the locker room with his arms folded over his chest and a confident smile on his face.]

NF: Well, gentlemen... it's about time!

EB: Hey, Boss! You're back from the can! Hey... you look kinda dehydrated. Care for a bottle of water?

[He winks to Ivan as he offers the innocent looking bottle of water.]

NF: Why, thank you, Erik. I was feeling a tad parched in my excitement.

[He takes the bottle, but doesn't drink from it right away. Erik and Ivan watch it intently in his hands before they realize he doesn't have any intention of drinking.]

ID: So, uh... bottoms up?

NF: In a moment. Right now, I'd like the two of you to sit down and listen to what I have to say.

[They exchange a glance, shrug, and pop a squat on the bench.]

NF: Gentlemen... as you well know, you go into that ring tonight against mystery opponents. Neither of you know what you are about to face... except that you know that I have organized this challenge for the both of you. You see, in light of our lackluster showings as of late, I've decided to take the Crimson Calling in a new direction...

EB: ...oh yeah?

NF: Indeed. I'm very excited about this new prospect, and how it will carry out my ultimate vision for a FREE, COMMUNIST America!

ID: Uh, sorry, couldn't hear you so well cause your throat is scratchy. You should take a swig of that...

NF: Well, that'd be nice, except I don't really have any intention of tripping on ecstasy tonight.

[Erik and Ivan look in stunned silence as Fear lobs the water bottle over his shoulder and into the trash.]

NF: You really think you two had me duped? Don't be so shallow. Of COURSE I've known about your moronic scheme this entire time. You think if you can get me in a state of mind where I might ACT crazy... I might get recommited to the asylum. I'm sorry, gentlemen, but that's not going to happen. The Crimson Calling CANNOT succeed without my leadership, and besides that, I assure, I'm NOT crazy.

[Enraged, Erik pops to his feet.]

EB: Alright, I've had ENOUGH of this! You've done nothing but HOLD US BACK since you returned, all the while thinking you were the one keeping us going, and I can tell you right now, this bull**** is OVER WITH!! Binding contract or not, I'm not doing ANOTHER DAMN THING you tell me to do until I know who it is I'm wrestling out there!

[Fear lets out an evil chuckle, clearly not threatened by Black's outburst.]

NF: You want to know who you're up against, Erik? Very well. YOUR opponent will be none other than... IVAN.

[Black looks stunned as the two of them look down at the perplexed Dalkichev. Ivan rises to his feet.]

ID: Well wait... who's MY opponent then?!

[Fear pauses a moment as he tries to digest Ivan's obvious gap in logic.]

NF: YOUR opponent, Ivan... will be ERIK.

[The Crimson Calling look at each other again, now noticeably confused.]

EB: What the hell is THIS?! You're making us fight EACH OTHER??!

NF: That's right, Erik. You see, our cause is running a tad low on budget... and I've decided that the Crimson Calling will switch from a tag team act to solo. But I want to make sure I invent in the proper talent. That's why I'm putting the both of you, my finest creations, head to head, to determine which is the stronger. The winner will continue to work under ME as the leading proponent in my mission, while the other... well, you'll manage on your own, somehow.

ID: Oh man, this is BULL****!! You can't break up the CHRONIC COLLIZION!!

[Fear SNEERS at the sound of their self-given name.]

NF: You are the CRIMSON CALLING, and I won't remind you of that again!

EB: There's no way we're doing this, Boss. You can't turn 'Van and me on ourselves. We've been through too much together to be ENEMIES at this point.

NF: You don't have a choice. The two of you are fighting for your CAREERS. Resist my commands, and the closest you two will get to a wrestling ring will be by helping set it up before the show!

ID: Oh man, this can't be HAPPENING!!

[Ivan suddenly spins around and runs to the row of lockers, tearing his open and digging through it.]

EB: Whoa, 'Van! Relax!

[Dalkichev spins around and is suddenly brandishing GEEZER!! Frantically, he searches himself for a lighter.]

ID: This is too much to process! I just need to quick hit to get things rolling again...

NF: Put that DOWN, you fool!

[Fear grabs ahold of the front of the apparatus, and a tug-of-war commences.]

EB: Hey, careful with that! That's a priceless object!

[The struggle continues, until Fear's grib suddenly GIVES WAY! By accident, he yanks on the slide, sending a cloud of ash into the air which spreads out over his face in an ugly gray blot. Panicked, Fear COUGHS and tries to fan his face using his hands.]

NF: ACK!! MY EYES!! THERE'S ASH IN MY EYES!! SOMEONE, GET ME EYEDROPS!! HURRY!!

[Seeing the opportunity at hand, Ivan hands over the same vial of ecstasty used to lace his water. Fear, without thinking, takes it and empties it out over his eyes. Black, knowing full well what a straight hit of ecstasty in the tear duct would do to a person, looks on with his mouth hanging in awe. Fear rubs the liquid in his eyes until they become clear enough for him to see again. He blinks a few times and looks around at his surroundings, pupils now dilated and the cunning, wolf-like smile on his face now a strange smirk.]

NF: Oh my... thank you... I was having quite a fright there.

EB: ...you okay, Boss?

NF: Oh quite, Mr. Guevara! By the way... did I ever tell you how FRAGRANT you look?

EB: ...fragrant?

[Grinning madly, Fear grabs Erik by the shirt and draw him close.]

NF: OH YES!! I can SMELL the way you LOOK, my friend!

[Fear releases him and looks around at the locker room in wonder.]

NF: By Marx's beard, everything in here is so... BEAUTIFUL!!

[Erik and Ivan again exchange a glance and nod, passing an entire conversation without so much as opening their mouths.]

ID: Say, Boss... you want to visit the ring? If you think this place looks great, you should see what it's like out there.

NF: Oh yes, THAT I MUST DO! Excuse me, gentlemen... the PEOPLE await!

[Ivan and Erik watch in stunned silence as Fear, grinning at everything he lays eyes upon, bolts out of the room. Dalkichev looks delighted.]

ID: Oh man, it's working! IT'S WORKING!!

EB: Yeah, yeah... get your head screwed on straight, bro, and pack that damb bong!

ID: Oh, right...

[The two get to work as we cut back to the guys at commentary, shaking their heads in astonishment.]

DT: I'm not sure I have ANY comment on what we just witnessed, other than it was very ODD.

DM: It's gonna be a fun time backstage with Nathan Fear tripping on ecstasy and wandering around... I'm almost bummed that I'm going to miss it!

DT: Well, let's not forget about the fun time we'll be having out HERE watching this monumental event this evening! We're only a couple matches into the show, and--

[Houselights go to black. IMMEDIATELY. The capacity crowd SQUEALS in a splendid cocktail of emotions ranging from surprise to exhiliration to fear.]

DT: NOW what?!

[A feint shade of CRIMSON cuts through the black as a prominent red line slices across the EmpireTron. Then, BOOMING over the PA is the intoxicated DRONE of a low-tuned electric guitar, sending waveforms down the line on the screen that PULSE with seismic force. It undulates in time with the sluggish opening riffs of Sleep's "HOLY MOUNTAIN", and red lights slowly begin fading in over the stage.]

MN: What that hell is THIS all about?!

DT: I was about to ask the same thing myself, Mike! It looks like the Crimson Calling's regular entrance, but this isn't their regular music!

[As soon as the drums, bass, and vocals proceed into the song's DEVASTATING groove, a PYRO rocks the stage...]

**BOOOM!!!**

DM: WHOA NELLY!!

[...and the crowd SQUEALS AGAIN in excitement! As the smoke clears, standing there on the stage, with their arms VALIANTLY held out toward the heavens, are "THE ESCAPE ARTIST" ERIK BLACK and "THE RAGING RUSSIAN" IVAN DALKICHEV!! After a moment to allow the audience to take in their glorious entrance, the two bump fists and stride down to the ring side by side.]

DT: It's THEM after all!! The Crimson Calling!

MN: Formerly the CHRONIC COLLIZION!!

DM: Oh no, I wouldn't say that! By the look of things, this is formerly the Crimson Calling, and PRESENTLY the CHRONIC COLLIZION!!

DT: Are you certain?

DM: Well, I mean, LOOK at them!

[The dynamic duo make their way down the ramp slapping hands with the ringside fans. No longer are they wearing their custom-made Crimson Calling-themed ring apparel. The hulking, nearly seven-feet tall Dalkichev sports a pair of knee-length shorts and a sleeveless "CC" logo t-shirt, while the wiry Black comes wearing a loose-fitted pair of jeans and a garish flower t-shirt. They've retained their black and red color scheme, but otherwise dress nothing semblant of Nathan Fear's vision of elite wrestling machines. Both look unshaven, and equally red-eyed. Erik even comes brandishing his favorite stainless steel "water pipe", Geezer.]

DM: They even brought that BONG with them to the ring!

MN: Please, Dean! "WATER PIPE." Think headshop talk.

DM: What do YOU know about "headshop talk"?

DT: Nevermind that now, guys... it looks like the newly rechristened Chronic Collision are asking for a mic before they step into the ring!

[Tony Fatora hands Dalkichev a mic as both men roll into the ring. The Russian-American giant waits for the crowd to quiet down before beginning to speak.]

ID: PEOPLE OF BALTIMORE... hear now the GOSPEL of the SONIC TITAN, sent down from the HOLY MOUTAIN!

DM: What the HELL is he babbling about?

ID: For it is written in the CHRONICLE OF THE SENSIMILLIAN... BURN-TOF-FER-ING-RE-DEEEEEMS-COM-PLEEEEEETES-SMOOOOKED-DE-LIIIII-VERANCE!!

MN: Somebody call back those paddy wagon guys... I think they forgot one.

[While the crowd murmurs in confusion, Erik taps his partner on the shoulder and retrieves the mic.]

EB: My apologies if my partner is coming off a tad VAGUE at this point. See, he's a tad over-exhilerated in light of our newfound FREEDOM.

[Erik takes in a deep breath and savors it, as if the word brought him pleasure.]

EB: FREEDOM. Such a beautiful word, isn't it? And it's the very thing Ivan and I wanted to talk about to you people here tonight.

[Ivan leans in the corner as Erik paces up and down the length of the ring.]

EB: You see... for the past several months, the Boss has been beating this idea of "revolution" into our brains. I think we can all agree it was nothing more than idealist gibberish said to us as a means of inspiration... but even so, both Ivan and I clung to the idea. Eventually, we realized that revolution was EXACTLY what we wanted... only not by Nathan Fear's defintion. Mr. Fear taught us to fight the power. So WE DID. He's gone, and now we're FREE. FREE to do WHATEVER THE **** WE WANT TO.

[He reaches into his pant pocket, wryly arching an eyebrow to the camera.]

EB: I'm going to show you all right now just what the CHRONIC COLLIZION!!'s definition of "revolution" is!

DM: What's that he's pulling out of his pocket...?

DT: Oh no, IT'S A JOINT!!

MN: OH MY GOD!! SOMEBODY, SHOOT HIM!! SHOOT HIM!! DOESN'T ANYBODY HAVE A GUN?!

DM: God, I hope not... talk about making a bad situation worse!

[Black holds it up high enough for the entire capacity crowd for everyone to see, including the camera for millions across the globe to witness. He earns a decidedly mixed reaction, ranging from a few cheers from the younger generation of wrestling fans to complete shocked silence from others.]

EB: I'm going to SMOKE THIS JOINT right here in the ring, LIVE ON PAY PER VIEW, to show all of YOU, the fans of Empire Pro, what "REVOLUTION" means to us!

MN: SOMEBODY CALL THE POLICE!! Get that man OUT OF THE RING!!

DM: Relax, Neels... he isn't hurting anybody!

MN: What he's doing is ILLEGAL!! He's going to give all these fans a CONTACT HIGH!! WHAT THEN?!

DT: I'm surprised the production crew hasn't cut away... ladies and gentlemen at home, we apologize if you are offended by what you are seeing. This was NOT a planned event for tonight, and I'd just like to remind you all, that Empire Pro is in no way affiliated with, supportive of, or condemning to the substance known as marijuana.

[Black pops the joint into his mouth and draws his lighter.]

EB: In OUR humble opinions... revolution is this very act: coming out on Live TV and doing something that this nation FORBIDS.

[He lights the end and takes a strong drag, sure to inhale. His voice comes out in a tight whisper as he holds it in.]

EB: revolution... is coming out and shocking the entire world, to show you all what we are and what we represent...

[He lets it out, coughing violently for a few moments and suddenly regaining his composure.]

EB: Revolution... is...

[He lingers on the word for a moment.]

EB: ...okay, I forgot what my point was.

DM: Pfft.

[Erik hands the joint off to Ivan, who smokes it to himself in the corner.]

EB: I guess that all we can say to you people is that whether you love us or hate us for who we are and what we represent... we are HERE on this bright blue planet with all of you, and if you try to hold us DOWN... we will REVOLT.

MN: Come on, when did potheads switch from "peace and love" to "fight the power"?!

DT: Regardless, this could be a new chapter in the careers of the CHRONIC COLLIZION!! With the ever self-sabotaging Nathan Fear out of the picture, can these two ascend to tag team greatness once again?

[Black raises the mic again.]

EB: Anywho... TONIGHT, the Boss intended for Ivan and I to fight each other in order to decide a successor. After mulling it over a bit, the two of us came to an equal conclusion, which was **** THAT ****. Therefore, unless two other "mystery opponents" make themselves known tonight... I'm sad to say that you fans are without a match tonight. Sorry to crash the party, yo.

MN: Damnit, at the very least, I was looking forward to these two boneheads beating the crap out of each other!

[To everyone's surprise, music hits the PA. The driving notes of "You Fail Me" by Converge blast harshly over the speakers as the spotlight and two unknown men emerge from the curtain.]

MN: What is THIS now?!

DT: Looks like someone else decided to crash the party! Who are THESE two athletes?!

DM: Wait a sec, I think that guy on the right is STEPHEN WALTZ!!

MN: WHO?

DM: ...you know, Stephen Waltz? Former EPW star from years back?

MN: My mind is drawing a blank here, Dean-O.

DM: That's not surprising...

[The two strangers, clad in long black tights and wearing matching sleeveless black leather coats, pompously stride down the ramp, sneering beneath sleek sunglasses. In the ring, the CHRONIC COLLIZION!! exchange a look and shrug.]

DT: You know, now that you mention it, Dean, I think you're right! That's Stephen Waltz, and the other looks to me like the controversial CLAPPER!!

MN: Now I'm sure you guys are just making up names...

DM: Well, I haven't forgot that asshole. As for what these two former EPW stars who have come back after years of obscurity are doing here tonight at Wrestleverse, I can only begin to guess! All I know is that this looks like a really, REALLY sad attempt to repackage a couple of wash-ups as a tag team!

[Stephen Waltz calls for a mic as the two enter the ring and confront the former Tag Team champions, calling for a cut in the music. Waltz raises the mic, arrogantly looking back at the other team standing before them.]

SW: Alright, Black... I think we've all heard ENOUGH out of you! You come out here and talk a bunch of crap about "revolution" and "freedom"... but who cares about any of that? These people want to see some TAG TEAM ACTION, and they're going to get it from the NEWEST and HOTTEST tag team to hit Empire Pro... the WAR ANGELS... feautring myself, "THE FALLEN ANGEL" STEPHEN WALTZ... and my partner, "THE GOD OF WAR" FRANK ARES!!

DT: Huh.

[The two of them pose to a mostly uninterested crowd. Black and Dalkichev look clearly unimpressed. Regardless, Waltz hands the mic over to Ares.]

FA: So do the two of you even remember how to FIGHT... or do you just come out and bore everybody to death with incoherent stoner ramblings?

[Ivan taps Erik on the shoulder and hands over the joint. Dalkichev takes the mic.]

ID: ...FOOLS. We have travelled LEAGUES through the ENDLESS DESERT in search of the HOLY LAND!! We have SEEN the MOLTEN FIRE flow up to ZION, and the RAYS OF THE NEW STONER SUN have given us KNOWLEDGE beyond your own feeble intellect! And you DARE stand before US in DEFIANCE?! BLASPHEMERS!!

[Erik nods, even though Waltz and Ares look at each other in confusion. Angrily, Ares raises the mic.]

FA: Look, morons... you want "mystery partners"? Well, here we are! We're going to make an IMPACT with our debut by kicking your asses!

[Black takes the mic from Ivan.]

EB: You guys want to go? Well, I'll see your offer and DOUBLE IT. In fact, I'm going to be so bold as to state that by the time Ivan and I finish this joint, the both of YOU will by lying motionless on the mat!

[Black throws the mic aside and the two teams split to their respective corners to get prepared. A ref appears from the entry-way and comes to the ring, making a few quick checks.]

DT: Looks like we're going to have a match after all! I see junior official Andrew Gardell on his way down to the ring to do the refereeing for this match...

DM: It's time to see if these "War Angels" can live up to their own hype! We've seen a lot of new tag teams make their debut tonight, but these two returning superstars have the chance to pull a solid win over former tag team champions! The CHRONIC COLLIZION!! might have turned a new leaf, but let's not forget that these guys haven't won a match in a LONG time!

MN: And they WON'T, either! These War Angels look AWESOME! I mean, come on, they wear their sunglasses INDOORS!! Who does that anymore?

DM: I was about to ask, who DOESN'T do that? It's been a wrestling cliche since the 80's!

DT: Gardell's made his checks, and this one is ready to go!

[The bell rings with Ares standing in the ring, looking back at the looming Ivan Dalkichev, standing like an indestructible and slightly smirking tower.]

DT: "The Raging Russian" Ivan Dalkichev starts things off for the CHRONIC COLLIZION!! Frank Ares might have his work cut out for him on this one, as he charges head-first at the nearly-seven-feet Eastern powerhouse! Ares ramming FORWARD--but Dalkichev SIDESTEPS, catching him into a waist lock!

DM: Quick move for such a big man! Ares is struggling to free himself, but those python-sized ARMS of the enormous Dalkichev are hard to break out of! Here's Ivan, using that POWER to lift Ares OFF THE MAT--RIGHT INTO A DOCTOR BOMB!!! OH MAN!!!

DT: Frank Ares bounced nearly a FOOT off the mat upon impact! I've seen that move used as a FINISHER by some, but Dalkichev just whipped it out of NOWHERE and put Ares prone on his back!

MN: Ouch...

DM: Dalkichev back on his feet, makes the tag to Erik Black, who courteously passes him that joint, which is already burned past the halfway point! Black still out on the apron... but he VAULTS OVER THE ROPES AND NAILS ARES across the STERNUM with a rolling elbow drop!

DT: Here's Erik Black with the PIN...

ONE...

TWO...

NO!! Broken up by Stephen Waltz, who just begins to ASSAULT "The Escape Artist"!

DM: Gardell is ordering Waltz out of the ring, but self-proclaimed "Fallen Angel" isn't quite finished yet! Now he's getting Black to his feet, and he runs him to the ropes... and THROWS HIM OUTSIDE--OH WAIT!! Black caught ahold of the TOP ROPE before he could take a painful spill to the outside, but Waltz didn't seem to catch it!

DT: Waltz playing up to the fans... and he turns RIGHT INTO A RUNNING LARIAT FROM IVAN DALKICHEV!!

MN: He's not the legal man!

DM: Well, neither is Waltz! When you step into that ring without being tagged in, it's open season!

DT: Erik Black is back on the apron as Dalkichev peels Stephen Waltz off the mat... the two catch eyes, and they seem to know what to do! Dalkichev whips Waltz into the ropes... going for the BACK BODY DROP--AND HERE COMES BLACK, SPRINGBOARDING THE ROPES!!

DM: ZZZOOOOOH MYY GAAAWWDDD, WHAT A POWERBOMB!! Stephen Waltz has been LAID OUT and is NOT MOVING!!

DT: Dalkichev passes the joint over to Black... there doesn't seem to be much of it left, but I think these two are ready to put this one away! Dalkichev is bringing the legal man, Frank Ares, back off the mat, and here goes Erik Black to the top rope!

DM: I think I know what's coming up next!

MN: Somebody STOP this! This isn't a sanctioned match!

DT: I don't think that matters any more, Mike! Black POSING for the fans with that joint in his mouth, and Dalkichev sets the dazed Ares onto his shoulders in the Electric Chair position! Dalkichev leads him to the corner... and BLACK COMES OFF THE TOP, CRUSHING HIM INTO THE MAT WITH A ROCK BOTTOM FROM NEARLY SEVEN FEET STRAIGHT UP!!!

DM: Oh man, it's OVER!!!

DT: Erik Black hooks the leg for the cover...

ONE!!

TWO!!

THREE!!!

[The bell tolls as "Holy Mountain" hits the PA again. Gardell raises the arms of the CHRONIC COLLIZION!! in victory as Erik Black takes a final drag off the joint and tosses the roach onto the fallen bodies of the War Angels.]

DM: After a long drought where they were faced with nothing but frustrating loss after loss, the team of Erik Black and Ivan Dalkichev have finally TASTED VICTORY, and they couldn't have done it a better way! They made short work of the debuting War Angels!

MN: That was a fluke! Those guys had no business even being in the ring!

DT: I'm not so sure, Mike! We could be seeing a new streak of dominance in these tag team pioneers! With their manager gone, who knows what the future holds for these two? Wait a second, I'm getting word from the back!

MN: What? WHAT? Nobody ever talks to ME through my earpiece!

DM: Of course, Mike. They just give it to you to make you feel important.

DT: We've got an UPDATE on the status of Nathan Fear, and... well, let's just get a camera back there and see what's going on.

[Cut backstage in the commons area as the camera comes around the corner and into the ring, just as we hear something heavy being knocked over. Immediately, we see several staff and talent pushing themselves back against the far wall, flabberghasted expressions looking at the other side of the room. The camera pans over, and there, now wearing only a pair of whitey tighties and seemingly covered in slime, is NATHAN FEAR at the peak of his trip.]

NF: MORE!! MORE!! MORE!!

DT: Oh NO!!

DM: Oh yeah! Looks like Fear's finally gone off the deep end!

[Fear hunches over a vending machine he somehow managed to tip over on his own power and effortlessly kicks through the plexiglass front, raiding the machine of its wares.]

NF: MUST HAVE MORE!! IT IS MY LIFEFORCE!!

DT: What the hell is he DOING?!

MN: I dunno, I guess he's got a massive sugar rush...

[In horror, the EPW employees watch as he takes several bags of red hots and smothers them across his chest, leaving a bright red glaze which seems to please his wild eyes. Frantically, he continues to cover himself in candy until he's coated in a layer of red, until he finally stands upright and addresses the crowd watching him with his arms pumped straight into the air.]

NF: I AM A CRIMSON GOD!! I HAVE COME TO LIBERATE ALL OF YOU!! FOLLOW ME, MY CHILDREN!! SALVATION LIES JUST BEYOND THESE WALLS!!

DT: I... am at a COMPLETE loss of words right now!

DM: Here comes the calvalry, at last!

[Coming into the room is a stern-faced and clearly irritated Empire Pro CEO LINDSAY TROY, followed by a pair of large men in white clothes, one of which carries a straight jacket. She points at heavily drugged man causing a scene.]

TROY: There he is! He's already destroyed two concession stands! I'm trying to manage a show right now, so if you can get him out of here and take him back where he came from, I'd appreciate it.

[Nodding, the orderlies approach the wild-eyed Fear, who bats them away in a panic.]

NF: NO!! THEY'VE COME BACK FOR ME!! YOU'LL NEVER TAKE ME ALIVE, CAPITALIST PIGS!!!

[Cackling, Fear throws a handful of smashed red hots into one of the orderly's faces. The other manages to jump on him from behind and secure his arms. Fear struggles, but his effort is wasted as the two men force him into the straight jacket and carry him off. We cut back to the boys at commentary.]

DT: Ladies and gentlemen... I've just been told that Nathan Fear is being removed from the arena, and taken away via ambulance. Apparently, there's some question as to where his sanity is, but I think we can all say he was under the influence of something else entirely.

DM: Looks like the Chronic Collision finally came through with their plan. Fear's back in the nuthouse, and the two are back to their old stoner ways.

DT: But right now, we've got more action to get through here tonight at WRESTLEVERSE!! It's been one HELL of a ride thus far, and we've barely scratched the surface!
 

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Intercontinental Title Match: Cameron Cruise (c) vs. The First

DT: It’s time for the Intercontinental Title match, ladies and gentlemen!

DM: This is bound to be a GREAT match, Dave. We’ve got TWO former prolific tag team champions involved in this contest. They’ve both been rising through the ranks over the past couple of months! The First has had some memorable competitions against even our own World Champion, and Cameron Cruise has solidified himself as a powerful IC champion!

DT: The two of them have been vying to break the glass ceiling and move on to the MAIN EVENT, but THIS is the moment where their paths cross! A winner must move on, and the loser… must wait for his opportunity to come again!

[MUSIC UP: "Orinoco Flow [Sail Away]" by Enya. The music goes on for a few moments before the woman from The First's last promo, still in her flowing white dress, begins dancing on the rampway, in her right hand is a stick that has the tip lit in fire, such as the sticks fire eaters use. A spotlight shines down upon her as she continues her dance.]

MN: What's this broad doing? This isn't a dance contest.

DM: I think she's supposed to represent Destiny.

[The woman now dances to a spot on the ramp and touches down the burning stick on the ramp, suddenly a circle of flame spreads across the spot...The woman then dances her way backstage, smiling warmly as she goes back behind the curtain, the spotlight shines on the ring of fire burning on the ramp. The music fades out.]

[MUSIC UP: "Happy Birthday" by The Birthday Massacre, EPW Edit. After the music hits a beat or two passes before The First rises up through the ring of fire, Gangrel style. The First is rocking The Crow outfit, long black leather jacket, black tight shirt, the 'mime from hell' facepaint, on his right shoulder a crow is perched. The crowd pops HUGE as The First stands in the spotlight and then walks through the fire, making his way to the ring.]

MN: HAPPY HALLOWEEN, guys!

DM: It’s not October, Neels…

MN: Tell that to THIS clown!

DT: There’s never been a superstar in Empire Pro as cryptic or mystical as The First, but nevertheless, he’s won the support of the fans and the respect of many of the athletes in that locker room, because every time he goes in the ring, he puts it ALL on the line!

DM: Couldn’t agree with you more on that, Dave! The First has been one of this year’s biggest BREAKTHROUGH talents. He might have parted was with the tag team titles, thanks in part to the conniving ways of the Anthology, but here tonight does he not only have his chance at seeking justice, but also the opportunity to propel himself even FURTHER by picking up the Intercontinental Title!

[The First slowly makes his way to the ring, avoiding contact with the fans, he gets to the ring and carefully enters the ring, he climbs to the second rope and holds his arms to he sides like Raven as a bunch of cameras flash...He goes to the opposite corner and does the same before handing the crow to a bird trainer at ringside and then takes off his jacket, revealing his cut up Crow black shirt and that the right sleeve on the shirt has been cut off so he could tape his hand and arm half way up to the elbow. The Crow logo drawn in black marker on the tape. The lights come back in in the arena.]

[Moments later, “Killing In The Name Of” by Rage Against the Machine hits the PA, sending an ovation of JEERS raining down upon the stage! The house lights dim down as “The Anthology’s” regular video package plays over the EmpireTron. The song’s intro plays through, and then…]

*BOOM!!*

[…the pyro ROCKS the arena as the song goes into its first verse. Stepping out onto the stage is CAMERON CRUISE in his ring gear, wearing also an Anthology t-shirt and Anarchy shades, with the EPW INTERCONTINENTAL TITLE clearly displayed over his shoulder! The fans BOO upon the sight of him. Cruise sneers as he confidently makes his way to the ring.]

DT: The Intercontinental Champion has arrived to a VERY cold reaction from this capacity crowd! They sure HATE him for how much he and the Anthology have been terrorizing this federation as of late!

MN: Well, whether these idiot fans love him or hate him, they CAN’T deny the man’s talent! Cameron Cruise beat that fool Troy Douglas CLEANLY for the title, and if that doesn’t convince you of his ability, then you’re in DENIAL, Dave!

DM: Cameron Cruise has the talent, that’s for sure… but nevertheless, The First has a DEFINITE bone to pick with him! It was at the last Aggression that Cruise interrupted The First’s declaration that he wanted another title shot! It was Cruise that screwed over the Forsaken in their Tag Title match, ending nearly a year-long reign! Cruise might think he’s been in control up to this point… but I wouldn’t be surprised if The First gave him a run for his money!

DT: I myself am HOPING for it! After everything the Anthology have done to ruin The First’s climb to the top, the only thing I and these fans want to see tonight is sweet justice!

[Cruise hesitantly enters the ring and poses a few times for the jeering fans. He gets a PROMINENT negative reaction as he scales a turnbuckle and holds up his title for all to see, pointing at his chest and taunting the crowd. Finally, he comes to the center of the ring where ring announcer Tony Fatora, referee David Rosenkrantz, and his opponent The First are waiting.]

TF: Ladies and gentlemen… the following match is for the EMPIRE PRO WRESTLING INTERCONTINENTAL TITLE, and is set for ONE FALL!! Introducing first, the CHALLENGER… weighing in at 205 pounds, he hails from Salem, Massachusetts… HE IS… THHHHHEEEEEEE FIIIIIIRRRRRRSSSSSTTTTTT!!!!

Crowd: *POP!!*

[The First pumps a fist into the air, but his intense eyes don’t leave the face of Cameron Cruise.]

DT: Look at the FIERCE INTENSITY in those eyes! The First came here tonight to WIN this match!

MN: He’s going home disappointed, Dave. Hate to break it to ya…

TF: And his opponent… he hails from Jacksonville, North Carolina, and weighs in at 268 pounds… he is the EMPIRE PRO WRESTLING INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION… HE IS…. CCCAAAAMMMEERROOOONNN CCCRRRUUUIIIISSSEEEE!!!!

Crowd: *BOOOOOO!!!!*

[Cruise pumps the belt into the air again for a HUGE negative reaction! Finally, he hands the belt over to the referee and removes his extra articles of clothing in order to get ready.]

TF: Now presenting the referee for this contest… David Rosenkrantz!

[The referee hoists the belt over his head and presents it to all four sides of the arena as both champion and challenger loosen up in their corners and great ready for the bell. Finally, the ref hands the belt over to the timekeeper and cues the match to start.]

DT: Referee David Rosenkrantz cues the bell, and the battle for the EPW Intercontinental Title begins! Both men advancing to the middle of the ring, and—wait a second, the First just froze in place! He’s got his hands up, telling the champion to wait!

DM: The hell…?

DT: The First is now clutching his throat, while his opponent stands in astonishment… is he choking on something? Gagging, perhaps?

MN: Nah, more than likely, he’s trying to chew back the puke from his pre-match jitters.

DT: The referee is moving in to check on his condition—OH WAIT!!

[The First suddenly pops his head back and sprays colored MIST into the air, to the shock of both the official and his opponent.]

Crowd: *POP!!*

DT: The First puts a cloud of GREEN MIST INTO THE AIR!! Cameron Cruise has no idea on how to react to that!

MN: HOW DID HE DO THAT?! Is he some sort of magician?!

DM: Maybe he wasn’t able to chew back the puke after all, Neels!

[The camera zooms in on the face of The First as he grins back at his opponent with emerald-stained teeth.]

DT: Looks like the challenger is trying to play mind games with the champ!

MN: Lotta good that’ll do him! There isn’t anybody alive who can get under the skin of someone so cool and collected as Cameron Cruise!

DM: Tell that to his face.

DT: Cruise is left standing in stunned silence… AND ALL AT ONCE, The First LUNGES on him! Both men struggling in the lock-up, and The First comes out with Cruise’s left arm, which he quickly slaps into a hammerlock! The First, trying to put the strain on that forearm… but there’s Cruise with the REVERSAL!!

MN: You can’t outwrestle a GENIUS like Cameron Cruise! He was practically Melton’s protégée!

DT: Don’t bring THAT up again… the IC champ has the hammerlock in place, but he gets batted away with an ELBOW from the challenger! Cruise moves in to strike—but he FREEZES IN PLACE at the last possible moment, just as The First’s right heel comes INCHES from his face!

DM: Cruise is lucky he managed to put on the breaks there, or I’m sure The First would have taken his head clean off with that BEAUTIFUL roundhouse kick!

DT: Both men distancing themselves from each other as they calculate their next moves… here’s Cruise pressing forward—OH WOW!! He backs off immediately when The First throws out another lightning-fast kick to ward him away! Did you see the SPEED on that??

MN: What a freakin’ coward, that First! Did he forget what sport this is?

DT: Here’s Cruise stepping up again… and he practically JUMPS BACK this time when The First takes a step forward and feints with his left leg! Now he’s griping to the ref! You’re going to call The First a COWARD when the champ is the one running scared?

MN: Hey, this is PRO WRESTLING; not Mortal Kombat! If he really wanted to prove his worth, why not try and beat my man Cammy in the ground game?

DM: He’s just sticking to his strengths in speed and striking, Mike. He’d only shoot himself in the foot by trying to out-wrestle Cruise, who clearly holds the technical advantage.

MN: Sounds like you just made a solid argument as to who the better man is in that ring!

DT: We’ll know who the “better man” is when this contest has concluded! For now, the challenger occupies the center of the ring while the champion slowly circles around him, plotting his next plan of attack. Cruise is clearly playing it patiently while he weighs in on his opponent, but The First is showing us all a LOT of energy and determination coming into the opening minute of this match!

MN: Too bad all that single-minded brashness will end up costing him down the line…

DT: Cruise has got to make a move, because The First is just waiting for him… and THERE HE GOES, shooting in low while The First kicks HIGH, and just sweeps him off his feet by the legs!

DM: A smart move on the part of the champion! If he can control The First’s legs, he can control this match!

DT: Cruise has a hold of that leg now, trying to cinch in a single crab… but he’s KICKED OFF by The First! WOW!! The First springs to his feet from lying on his back!

MN: Spry little thing, ain’t he? You sure he doesn’t belong in the circus or among a band of gypsies?

DT: I think you’re getting the wrong impressions about the athleticism that man has. Here’s The First with a KICK to the mid-section—but Cruise CATCHES him by the foot and spins him around! Cruise has him from behind, lifts him up with a BACK SUPLEX—but The First FLIPS OVER and lands on his feet! The First GOES FOR THE ROLL-UP!!

ONE!

TWO!!

But Cruise kicks out!

DM: Would’ve been pretty embarrassing if Cameron Cruise lost this Intercontinental Title match as easy as that!

MN: Oh yeah, I’m sure it would have, Dean, but it DIDN’T, and it WOULDN’T HAVE HAPPENED anyway!

DT: Cruise escapes a near upset for the Anthology, and both men scramble to their feet… and Cruise BLASTS The First with a knife-edge chop to the chest before he can react! There’s a SECOND that knocks him against the ropes, and Cruise whips him across the ring!

DM: The Intercontinental Champion is looking to take an advantage in this match… here’s The First on the return, running straight into a HIP-TOSS—no, THE FIRST REVERSES, and he sends CRUISE to the mat with a hip-toss of his own!

DT: Cruise back up… AND THE FIRST FLOORS HIM with a roundhouse! Cruise up again… OH, AND ANOTHER ROUNDHOUSE KICK levels him! The fans are on their feet now as the challenger begins picking up steam!

MN: FOOLS!

DT: Cruise is a bit slow getting up this time, so The First helps him up the rest of the way, and there’s the whip to the ropes… The First looking for a HURRICANRANA—but Cruise caught the top rope and jumped outside before he could run right into that!

Crowd: *BOOO!*

DM: And the fans are really letting Cameron Cruise have it here tonight!

MN: What BLATANT disrespect for the Intercontinental Champion!

DT: There isn’t much respect to be had by the way he and the Anthology have been terrorizing this federation! Now back to the action… referee David Rosenkrantz at the count of three, and Cameron Cruise decides to reenter the ring. He rolls right into a series of STOMPS from The First, and now the challenger to the Intercontinental Title gets the champion back to his feet! There’s the Irish Whip to the corner, and Cruise connects hard!

DM: Here comes The First, charging in to capitalize—OH NO, CRUISE GOT OUT OF THE WAY!! The First took a face-full of the padded turnbuckle, and left himself wide open for the champ!

MN: Alright, now THIS is what I want to see!

DT: The First trying to shake the pain out of his jaw, but here comes Cruise from behind, grabbing him by the waist and NAILING HIM with a GERMAN SUPLEX!! He bridges for the pin!

ONE!

TWO!

And a strong kick-out made by The First! The challenger coming to his feet… but he’s PUT DOWN by the champ, who blasts him with a forearm!

DM: Here is Cruise’s opportunity to set the pace of this match! That reversal might have been all he needed to derail the explosive offense set by The First!

DT: Cruise stays on The First and forces him to his feet… there’s a KNEE to the mid-section to double him over! Cruise lifts him UP… AND DROPS HIM ON HIS FACE with a Reverse Suplex! And before The First can even roll over in pain, Cruise slaps on a front face-lock to keep him nailed down!

MN: Now THIS is the match I was expecting to see! All we have to do now is sit back and simply WATCH as Cammy tears apart this wrist-cutting emo kid piece by piece!

DM: I don’t think “emo” is the appropriate classification, Neels…

MN: He’s wearing make-up and came dressed as the Crow. How ELSE would you classify it?!

DT: Cruise is tightening his grip, putting the pressure across The First’s neck and squeezing the life right out of him! The First is hanging on, though… now he’s trying to force himself to his feet! But NO! Cruise TENSES and forces him back to the mat! The First is in a bad situation!

DM: This is the very Cameron Cruise we saw months ago when he defeated Troy Douglas for the strap. Unless The First can find a way to get out of this one, the champion is just going to continue wearing him down until he’s out of endurance and left defenseless!

DT: Wait a second… the fans are starting to get into it! The First is mounting some support from the AUDIENCE, and now trying to force himself to his feet again!

MN: What a worthless gesture…

Crowd: *FIRST!! FIRST!! FIRST!! FIRST!! FIRST!!*

DT: The First on his knees… now up on his RIGHT leg! This capacity crowd is getting to their feet, as now The First props up onto his left leg, and we can see the panic in the face of the champion, Cameron Cruise! Cruise is trying his damnedest to choke The First out, but the former Tag Team Champion is fighting it with everything he’s got!

DM: He’s back on his feet, but he still needs to free himself! Unless he can take Cruise down or make contact with the ropes, I don’t see how—

DT: OH NO!! Cruise with a ROLLING DDT out of nowhere, puts The First back to the mat, and just leaves this entire arena in SILENCE!!

MN: HA HA!! There’s never been a more beautiful sound to my ears than that of HEARTBREAK!

DT: Cruise goes for the cover…

ONE!

TWO!

And The First kicks out!

Crowd: *POP!*

MN: DAMN! I thought they’d finally shut up!

DM: It’s going to take more than that to put the challenger out of this match!

DT: The First keeps his hopes alive by kicking out of the pin attempt, but now he finds himself faced with the task of trying to retake the control of this match from the pace set by Cameron Cruise! Everything right now is just how the Intercontinental Champion wants it to be: slow and methodical.

MN: You’re right about THAT, Dave! Imagine that… you, using your brain for once! The First might’ve been able to survive that, but eventually, Cruise is just going to chip away at him until there’s nothing left but sweet SUBMISSION!

DT: I’m just going to pretend I didn’t hear that petty insult toward my intelligence… back in the ring, Cruise maintains the pace, now rolling The First onto his belly and wrenching back on his head with a CHINLOCK!!

DM: Oh man, the dreaded CHINLOCK OF DOOM!! The most INFAMOUS of sleeper holds!

MN: Wait, that’s a sleeper hold?

DM: Indeed it is. It makes people go to sleep… only, not the people you put it on.

DT: I hardly doubt ANYBODY will be sleeping through this match, Dean! The fans are all on the edge of their seats as Cruise wrenches back on the face and neck of the challenger, The First! The First is stretching his hand out in search of the ropes, but they are clearly out of reach!

MN: Right on that, Dave! Those ropes are as distant and impossible as his hopes of winning this match!

DT: The First is struggling to free himself, but Cruise keeps him in place, continuing to cut off the blood supply to the challenger’s brain and putting an intense amount of strain on his head and neck!

DM: BO-ORING!

DT: Boring or not, Dean-O, it’s an effective method to win this match! If Cruise can keep the high-flying offense of The First safe on the mat, he WILL dominate this match, no questions asked!

MN: You’re finally seeing MY side of things, Dave! Cruise is nothing short of a wrestling GENIUS, and regardless of what Dean might think, it’s THAT kind of DEVASTATING chinlock we’re seeing there in the ring that’s going to elevate the Anthology above everybody else in Empire Pro!

DM: Mike… you don’t know the first thing about Cameron Cruise’s way of wrestling. All you know is that you like him because he was Joey Melton’s towel boy years ago.

MN: That’s a bold-faced LIE, and you know it!

DM: Then tell me the name of Cruise’s finisher.

MN: Uhhm… what was Joey’s finisher again?

DM: The figure-four.

MN: Yeah, that.

DM: You mean to tell me that out of ALL the times you’ve watched Cameron Cruise over the past few years, you STILL don’t know what his finisher is?

MN: I just told you it was the figure-four! I mean, what ELSE would it be? The figure-four is the end-all BE-ALL of finishers, which is why Melton used it!

DM: You are so unbelievably stupid sometimes…

MN: …is there a point to all this?

DM: Not really. I’m just trying to keep myself entertained while your best buddy in the world Cameron Cruise BORES ME TO DEATH with his “devastating” chinlock…

DT: Can it, guys… let’s focus on the action!

DM: Oh, excuse me for talking while NOTHING was happening, because… oh, wait, what’s THIS now?! The First is trying to force himself to his feet once again!

Crowd: *FIRST!! FIRST!! FIRST!! FIRST!! FIRST!!*

MN: Man, why does this business attract so many IDIOTS?!

DT: The First is once again mounting the support of the crowd, and using it to force himself to his feet! Will this be his moment to turn things around, or will Cruise quickly dash all hopes of making a comeback once again?

MN: I’m voting on the second one.

DM: The First is on all fours with Cruise mounting him from behind… and all Cammy needs to do is hook his arms over his knees to lock in a Camel Clutch, and then the challenger would have a REAL submission hold to deal with!

DT: Cruise is now putting that KNEE into the spine of The First, doing all he can to wear the challenger down, but no matter what he does, The First will NOT give up! The First is now using his hands, trying to break away Cruise’s grip! Can he free himself?!

MN: Come on, Cammy! You’re LOSING it, now!

DT: The First is PRYING AWAY… OH, BUT CRUISE BLASTS HIM WITH A FOREARM TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD!! WHAT a cheap shot!

DM: The fans didn’t like it, but it’s all perfectly legal, and now Cruise grabs The First from behind… lifting him UP FOR THE ATOMIC DROP—oh WAIT!! The First’s legs hook around his waist, and now he’s in the WHEELBARROW position!

MN: Even BETTER!

DT: Dunno what The First was looking for there, but now Cruise, opting for a WHEELBARROW FACEBUSTER—BUT THE FIRST CURLS FORWARD!!

DM: And Cruise goes ROLLING WITH HIM!!

MN: What the HELL?!

DT: The First used those legs to flip Cruise over onto his SHOULDERS and has BOTH LEGS HOOKED FOR THE PIN!!

ONE!!

TWO!!

NO!! Cruise kicks out, but NEARLY lost it to that sudden and innovative roll-up attempt made by The First!

DM: That’s got the champion STEAMED! Cruise is back up… and now he comes at The First with a RUNNING LARIAT—

DT: AND HE MISSES!! The First throws himself into the ropes…

MN: …oh CRAP!!

DT: AND THE FIRST CONNECTS WITH THE SPEAR!! Cruise didn’t see that one coming AT ALL, and now he’s on his back with the challenger pinning him FOR THE TITLE!

ONE!!

TWO!!

NO!! Another kickout made by Cameron Cruise!

MN: I was gonna say… if spent all that time wearing that punk down and rolled over to THAT, I’d be pretty disappointed.

DM: Stranger things have happened in this sport, Mike, but I’d have to agree with you on that. Cameron Cruise earned that title for a reason, and The First couldn’t possibly expect to have pulled a miracle victory that easily.

DT: Regardless, The First shows there’s still fight left in him, and even more important, he’s broken Cameron Cruise’s control of this match, and now vies for the advantage!

MN: Come on, Cammy! You’ve been doin’ so great up until now! Don’t lose me now!

DM: Cruise still looks a little shaken from that spear! He’s got a good sixty pounds over the challenger, but when The First puts ALL of his weight into his moves, they pack quite a punch! It’s like being struck by a HUMAN CANNONBALL!

DT: If he sticks to his strengths, he’ll have that title in no time! The First, getting Cruise to his feet… OH!! And Cruise just rakes the eyes out of view of the ref! What a cheap shot!

MN: Come on, stop ragging on the guy for making a simple mistake! He was clearly just trying to grab a good handful of his hair!

DM: That’s still illegal contact, Mike… Cruise, looking to capitalize, catches The First from behind while he had his back turned… could be going for a ROLL-UP—but The First clings to the ROPES and Cruise rolls back without him!

DT: Cruise back to his feet, and runs in… but The First catches him in a LEG SCISSOR using the ropes for leverage! Cruise’s head is caught in place and he has NOWHERE TO GO while The First remains suspended in air by the ropes and his shoulders!

MN: Hey, HEY!! ILLEGAL CONTACT, he’s touching the ropes!

DT: Fair enough… The First pushes off the ropes, and sends Cruise FLIPPING TO THE MAT with a BEAUTIFUL HEADSCISSOR TAKEDOWN! The fans are going wild as the champion scrambles to his feet in a daze… and gets BLASTED by a JUMPING HEEL KICK FROM THE FIRST!!

DM: The First just knocked the champ SENSELESS with that one-two combo! Wait a second… The First is going UPSTAIRS!! High-risk move coming up!

DT: Or maybe NOT!! Cameron Cruise saw what was coming and quickly rolled out of the ring! The First was threatening to come from up high where Cruise KNOWS he can be dangerous, and now the champion is on the run!

MN: He’s NOT on the run, Dave; he’s simply DISTANCING himself from that crazy turnbuckle-climbing spot monkey! Why doesn’t he come on down and fight like a man?!

DM: Well, Mike, explain to me why The First is in the ring and he’s not.

MN: Cameron Cruise doesn’t have to put up with this flippity-floppity-floop up and down the ring! He’s a PROFESSIONAL!

DM: And The First isn’t just because he dares to go from the top?

MN: Look, if The First wanted to make a living jumping off high things, he should have joined the circus! This is PRO WRESTLING, my man!

DM: Yeah, it is… and I know something about it… unlike YOU.

DT: David Rosenkrantz is at the count of six while Cameron Cruise contemplates his next move! He’s gotta go back into that ring sooner or later, so I don’t know what he’s waiting on.

MN: Actually, Dave, he DOESN’T have to go back into that ring if he doesn’t want to! That’s the perk about being a champ, is that YOU DECIDE when someone’s worthy or not to fight you for the title!

DT: While that might be a technicality, I don’t think it would hold too well to Cameron Cruise’s reputation if he simply chose to… wait a second, Cruise sliding in—and RIGHT BACK OUT as The First moves in to engage him! He breaks the ten count, but now we’re still looking at the same situation!

DM: The crowd is getting anxious, and The First is looking noticeably impatient… but to the keen eye, this is smart work on the part of Cameron Cruise. He needs to keep his distance at this pivotal point in the match, because The First has the momentum on his side. This is a brilliant defense mechanism, because the longer he draws this on, the faster the adrenaline rush wears off, and he can put this fight back into a pace that suits his strengths in the ring!

DT: Seems to ME that The First is giving him a bit more than he expected when he came into the ring, and he just doesn’t know how to react to it!

MN: Pfft, what do you know, Dave?

DT: Well I do know this… the referee is at the count of seven, and Cameron Cruise still seems reluctant to reenter that ring! Now he’s climbing up to the apron… you can see him sternly telling referee David Rosenkrantz to keep The First off of him while he has a hold of the ropes, but the challenger is telling him to hurry up and BRING IT!

MN: Who is this impudent PUNK to come in here and tell the champion how he should be defending HIS title?!

DT: It may not be his title any longer before this night is over, Mike! Cruise finally reentering the ring… and HERE COMES THE FIRST!! NO!! Cruise caught him with a DROP TOE HOLD!! The First pops up to his feet… but Cruise meets him with a SCOOP… and just CRUSHES HIM over his KNEE WITH THE SHOULDERBREAKER!!

MN: WOO-HOO!

DM: Here goes Cruise, looking for and STF—IT’S THE CRUISE CONTROL!!—but The First HAS THE ROPES! The champion should have done that closer to the center of the ring!

DT: Oh no, looks like he’s having the same thoughts as YOU Dean-O! Cruise drags The First to the center of the ring, and again goes for the STF… but The First is STRUGGLING TOO MUCH for him to lock it in! He knows what’s up!

DM: Cruise can’t keep ahold of him! The First is FIGHTING HIM!! He knows it’ll be over if the champion locks in the STF!

MN: Obnoxious little twit… settle down and TAKE IT already!

DT: The First is breaking FREE, and Cruise can’t keep him on the mat any longer! The First IS UP… and he goes for the boot to the gut—CAUGHT by CRUISE—AND THE FIRST NAILS THE ENZIGURI!!

MN: NOOO!! WHAT HAPPENED?!

DT: Cruise just COLLAPSED on the mat! This capacity crowd is going absolutely INSANE as The First regains control of this match! Now he’s going for the COVER!!

ONE!!

TWO!!

NO!! Cruise kicks out again! I was almost CERTAIN he was knocked out!

MN: Cameron Cruise can’t be knocked out so easily, Dave! He’s got a thick skull!

DM: Yeah, I could imagine…

MN: …uh, ONLY because he has a larger than average brain, is why!

DT: Cruise working back to his feet, but The First has ahold of him… The First pushes Cruise off the ropes with the whip—no, REVERSED by Cruise! The First goes into the ropes, and here’s Cruise looking for the clothesline on the return… but The First DUCKED IT!!

DM: That doesn’t bode well for the champ! Here’s The First off the other set of ropes… and just LEVELS Cameron Cruise with a RUNNING DROPKICK!! Cruise is having trouble keeping up with the high-energy and impact of the challenger!

MN: He’s perfectly FINE, Dean! Stop overreacting!

DT: Cruise trying to get to his feet… but The First CATCHES HIM WITH THE OKLAHOMA ROLL!!

MN: OH MY GOD, NO!!!

DT: THE FIRST HAS HIM IN THE INESCAPABLE TORMENT!!!


ONE!!


TWO!!


THREE—OH NO!! Cruise kicked OUT at the last possible second!

MN: PHEW…!

DM: And you say I’M overreacting?

DT: The First was looking to put it away while the opportunity to strike was there, but Cameron Cruise managed to keep his poise and kick out when he absolutely needed to! Both men have made attempts to end this match, but I have a feeling there’s still a lot of fight to be had!

DM: You might be right on that, Dave. The First is now getting Cameron Cruise back to his feet… and there’s the Irish Whip to the corner! The First going to the SECOND ROPE!

[The First pumps his fist into the air to get a reaction from the crowd.]

Crowd: *POP!!*

DT: Time to COUNT ALONG if you’re watching at home!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

FIVE!

SIX!

SEVEN!

EIGHT!

NINE!

…and a FINAL HOOK to the face rounds it out at TEN!! Cruise just falls FLAT on the mat!

DM: He could be OUT… and now THE FIRST is going TO THE TOP ROPE once again!

Crowd: *POP!!*

DT: The First is going for the high-risk maneuvers that he’s known for! He’s perched on the top and waiting for Cruise to stand up and turn around… Cruise is ALMOST UP—oh, BUT HE ROLLS TO THE FAR CORNER!!

MN: YES!! Good job, Cammy! STAY AWAY from that classless FREAK!

Crowd: *BOOOO!!!*

DM: Cameron Cruise has found temporary sanctuary sitting in the far corner, clearly OUT of The First’s top-rope lunging distance! The First is now left standing on the top rope, clearly annoyed! He wants to go for the high-flying and high-impact moves that will put him over his opponent, but Cruise, sneaky like he is, knows when to keep AWAY!

DT: The First, meanwhile, will just have to wait until the opportunity presents itself once again. The First, back on the mat, and Cruise coming to his feet… and both men LOCK UP!! There’s CRUISE with the Arm Wrench, using that advantage in size and technical knowledge over The First!

MN: Pop his arm right off, Cammy!

DT: The First, slapping his shoulder to keep the feeling in it… wait a minute, The First FLIPS OVER, and REVERSES THE PRESSURE onto Cruise! Cameron Cruise just got YANKED over onto his back!

DM: Cruise keeps trying to wrestles, but The First is doing a fine job in keeping the offensive momentum on his side! Here’s The First running into the ropes… WHOA!!

DT: A RUNNING SENTON SPLASH across the RIBS of Cameron Cruise!! The First goes for the COVER… but he didn’t hook the legs!

ONE!!

TWO!!

NO!! Cruise kicked out! And I’m sure if The First had hooked one of the legs, that would have been a three count!

MN: Cruise was getting out of that either way, Dave… you obviously don’t give him the credit he deserves!

DM: The champion is in a REALLY precarious spot now! We’ve seen him escape the supposedly INESCAPABLE Torment of The First, and he’s managed to stay alive in this match thus far, but the challenger has all the momentum he needs and near DEAFENING support from these fans! If Cruise wants to keep that Intercontinental Belt among the Anthology, he needs to work his way out of this situation!

DT: And if you ask me, with every second that passes in this match with The First in control, that task only gets harder and harder! The First is doing a TREMENDOUS job of keeping Cruise always on his toes, unable to catch a breath or even solidify himself long enough to form a battle plan! This on-the-fly offense from the challenger is just too much for him to handle right now!

MN: Like I said, Dave, there is NOTHING that Cameron Cruise can’t handle! It might look like The First is controlling things right now, but Cruise can and WILL come bouncing back when the opportunity is right!

DT: It all depends on how much longer Cruise can withstand this kind of offense from The First! The First, now, bringing the Intercontinental Champion back to his feet… and there’s the whip to the ropes… Cruise on the return, could be going right into a HURRICANRANA—OH BUT CRUISE REVERSES WITH A SIT-OUT POWERBOMB!!

MN: YES!! TOLD YOU he’d bounce back!

DT: That gave The First quite a shock, but now he has other problems, as CRUISE HAS HIM IN THE PRAWN HOLD!!

ONE!!

TWO!!

NO!! The First ROLLS THROUGH and reverses the pin onto CRUISE!!

ONE!!

TWO!!

NO!! Cruise KICKED OUT!!

—no, REVERSED BY CRUISE!! The First on the return… here’s Cruise with a BACK BODY—no, THE FIRST WITH A BIG KNEE TO THE FACE!! Cruise, desperately trying to turn the tables, but THE FIRST HAS STOPPED HIM AGAIN!!

MN: DAMNIT!!

DT: The First back on his feet, and Cruise is having trouble getting up… and now The First points TO THE TURNBUCKLE!!

Crowd: *POP!!!*

DM: The FANS want it… HE wants… and he’s GOING FOR IT! The First is CLIMBING UP TO THE TOP ROPE—BUT WAIT, HERE COMES CRUISE!!

DT: OOOOH MAN!! Cruise just hit the ropes and RACKED THE FIRST on the top turnbuckle! The First collapses to the mat in pain as Cruise leans on the ropes, trying to catch his breath!

MN: HA HA!! THATTABOY, Cammy!!

DM: Cameron Cruise just effectively put up a BRICK WALL that brought The First’s fast-paced momentum to a screeching halt! Now let’s see if he can jump on the opportunity and regain control of this match!

DT: Cruise is looking hurt all over, but nevertheless, now he’s getting The First back to his feet… there’s the whip to the ropes… The First on the return—OH MAN!! He just ran right into a KNEE to the abdomen from Cameron Cruise!!

DM: So far, so good for Cameron Cruise as he wears the challenger down! Cruise taking a moment to catch his breath now, but The First is hold those abs in pain as he gets to his feet… but here comes Cruise! Cameron Cruise, with an EXPLODER SUPLEX, just VIOLENTLY SLAMS THE FIRST TO THE MAT!!

DT: OH NO… that move just left The First DEVASTATED and UNMOVING on the mat! Here comes Cruise with the pin attempt!

ONE!!

TWO!!

NO!! The First KICKS OUT!!

MN: Oh, JUST BARELY!!

DM: The First trying to get up, but a STOMP from Cameron Cruise keeps him in place! I think the champion is finally coming back into this match! He’s been dormant over the past several minutes, but now I think he’s only been soaking up all the punishment given to him by The First just to tire him out and regain the advantage!

MN: EXACTLY, Dean! That’s textbook Cameron Cruise for ya! Always one step ahead, no matter HOW HARD you try!

DT: Wait a minute… now CRUISE is pointing to the top rope!

[With a spiteful smirk on his face, Cameron Cruise mocks The First’s earlier gesture to the disapproval of the fans.]

Crowd: *BOOOO!!!*

DM: Talk about adding insult to injury! Now Cruise suddenly feels confident enough to try and beat The First at his own game!

MN: Dean, it’s LONG been a known fact that Cameron Cruise can do all the high-flying crap when he needs to… but the fact of the matter is, he’s NEVER needed to, because he’s good enough at doing things in his own way!

DT: Cruise taking his time climbing to the top while taunting the fans… I’d say he’s—OH WAIT!! THE FIRST JUST SPRUNG OFF THE MAT!!

MN: OH NO!!

DT: AND THE FIRST JUST SHOVED CRUISE OFF THE TOP ROPE!! GOOD GOD, CRUISE JUST TOOK A NASTY FALL TO THE OUTSIDE!!

DM: He got showy, and it ended up COSTING HIM! He had all the momentum he needed, but he tried stealing his opponent’s shtick! The First wasn’t going to have ANY of that!

MN: Oh, SHUT UP, Dean!! That’s a TAG TEAM LEGEND there in that ring, and until you start showing him some RESPECT, you’re nothing but—

DT: OH WAIT, THE FIRST MOUNTING THE TOP ROPE!!

Crowd: *POP!!!*

DT: HE GOT HIM!! OH MY GOD, HE GOT HIM, AND WHAT PICTURE PERFECT TIMING!!! FROM THE TOP ROPE TO THE OUTSIDE, THE FIRST JUST LAID OUT THE INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION WITH THAT CORKSCREW SENTON BOMB!!

DM: I… I’m just SPEECHLESS RIGHT NOW at WHAT I JUST SAW!! From OUT OF NOWHERE, The First WENT FOR IT and NAILED IT RIGHT WHEN HE NEEDED TO!! After all the frustration he’s dealt with trying to get Cruise from the top rope, it’s FINALLY paid off, and this capacity crowd is ON ITS FEET!!

Crowd: *FIRST!! FIRST!! FIRST!! FIRST!! FIRST!!*

MN: Damnit, can’t these people JUST SHUT UP?!?

DT: Both men are lying motionless outside the ring following that DEVASTATING high-risk maneuver! The First, finally showing signs of life as the referee reaches the count of four! Now The First is slowly getting to his feet with the help of the ring apron! He needs to hurry, because now I see Cameron Cruise rolling over and beginning the hard and painful process of recovering from THAT breathtaking attack!

MN: Come on, Cammy! You can’t lose to a guy in PAJAMAS!!

DT: The First, pulling himself onto the ring apron now! Cameron Cruise finally on his hands and knees, but he looks DAZED! Does The First even have the energy to CAPITALIZE at this point?!

DM: Don’t count him out just yet, Dave! The First now finally back on his feet, and backing up on the apron to put some distance between himself and the champion! He’s got something ELSE up his sleeve, as it seems!

MN: Oh no, TURN AROUND, CAMMY!! No, WAIT, DON’T—!!

DT: TOO LATE!! Cruise turns around, AND THE FIRST COMES RUNNING OFF THE APRON WITH A DRAGONRANA!!! OH MY GOD, CAMERON CRUISE JUST GOT FLIPPED SIX WAYS TO SUNDAY!!

Crowd: *POP!!*

DM: MY OH MY, IS THERE NO STOPPING THE FIRST?! He’s just EXPLODED with UNSTOPPABLE HIGH-FLYING INTENSITY in this pivotal point in this match!!

MN: This is a freaking TRAVESTY?! Why isn’t that STUPID REFERE counting FASTER?!? It’s CLEARLY been more than ten seconds!!

DT: Referee David Rosenkrantz is at the count of SEVEN, but now The First is peeling Cruise off the mat and rolling him back into the ring!

DM: He’s got to go for the PIN now!

DT: He DOES!! The First HOOKS THE LEGS…



ONE!!!




TWO!!!


THR—OH NO!! Cruise KICKED OUT!!

MN: WHOA, Cammy… you had me WORRIED for a minute!

DT: The Intercontinental Champion survives another near fall, but even now, as this match wears on past the thirty-minute mark, one has to wonder how much MORE can he take until there’s nothing left in him?!

MN: Come on, Dave! You can’t count the champion out YET!

DT: His outlook is looking bleak… The First bringing Cruise back to his feet… The First looking for an IRISH WHIP—no, REVERSED by Cameron Cruise—wait, The First VAULTS to the top rope… WHISPER IN THE—

DM: NOBODY HOME!! Cruise saw it coming, and DUCKED just in time!

DT: A narrow evasion on the part of Cameron Cruise, but now here comes The First—but Cruise STOPS HIM IN PLACE with a chop across the chest, extends the arm, and—

REALITY CHECK!!!

OH MY GOD, THAT CAME OUT OF NOWHERE!!! THIS CAPACITY CROWD HAS BEEN LEFT IN STUNNED SILENCE!!

MN: YES, THERE IT IS!! The Reality Check that he JUST… WON’T… LIKE!!

DM: NOBODY LIKED IT, by the sound of things!! Cameron Cruise just pulled that out of THIN AIR, and EFFECTIVELY STOPPED The First’s offense dead in its tracks! All he needs to do is make the COVER, and this one will be OVER!!

DT: Cruise, taking too long to recover… but now he finally crawls over the chest of The First! Come on, KICKOUT, First!




ONE!!!




TWO!!!!





THREE—OH NO, THE FIRST KICKED OUT!! THE FIRST KICKED OUT!!

DM: INCREDIBLE!!! The First, STILL showing signs of life in this match, even after that completely unexpected turnaround! Now both men are struggling to get to their feet first… this match has just exhausted them BOTH beyond unimaginable levels!

MN: Come on, Cammy! Now’s your CHANCE!

DT: Will CRUISE take the late advantage in this match? He may so! He’s up on his feet… and meets The First with a BOOT to the gut… SWINGING NECKBREAKER BY THE CHAMPION, and THE FIRST hits the mat once again!

DM: The First is just COMPLETELY out of steam right now! He’s lost all the energy and impact that put him ahead in this match, and even though he did the damage to the champ, Cameron Cruise is still on his feet, and now The First is completely his whim!

DT: Cruise, peeling The First off the mat once again… and he sends him into the ropes!! Here’s The First on the return… LEAP FROGS over a Back Body Drop attempt from Cruise! The First hits the other set of ropes… looking for a CROSS BODY BLOCK—OH GOD, NO!! REVERSED INTO A POWERSLAM BY CAMERON CRUISE!!

MN: YEAH, BABY!! That twerp thought he could do his tricky crap again, but Cammy is DONE falling for that nonsense!

DM: The attempt to turn things back around has failed for The First, and now he’s paying the price! Cruise, on the other hand, is stomping around the ring, slapping his chest! Despite the beating he’s taken through this match, he is PUMPED!

DT: This isn’t looking good for The First… the challenger now trying to get to his feet, but Cruise is stalking him from his blindspot… here comes CRUISE—AND HE JUST BLASTED THE FIRST WITH A RUNNING BULLDOG!! The First didn’t even see it COMING!!

MN: Kiss the MAT, dweeb!

DT: Cruise rolls The First over for the cover! Is this IT?! Does the champion RETAIN?!



ONE!!



TWO!!



THREE—OH WAIT, NO!! THE FIRST GOT THE SHOULDER UP!!! IT’S NOT OVER YET!!

DM: The First is hanging in there by the skin of his teeth, but you can see the frustration mounting in Cameron Cruise! Cruise is practically TEARING him to his feet now… there’s the KNEE to the gut, and Cruise slaps on the facelock… up into the AIR GOES THE FIRST—AND BROUGHT DOWN WITH A BRAINBUSTER!!! GOOD GOD, HE COULD HAVE BROKEN HIS NECK!!

DT: A simply DEVASTATING move! I don’t know HOW The First is going to come back from THAT!! But… Cruise isn’t FINISHED YET!! Cruise is… going to the TURNBUCKLE once again!

DM: But there isn’t any mockery this time around! This time, Cruise means BUSINESS as he ascends to the top turnbuckle! The First, trying to fight the PAIN and the EXHAUSTION that are overtaking him right now, forcing himself to his feet… but Cruise is perched on the top and waiting for him!

MN: Time for a taste of your own bitter medicine, you damn Peter Pan wannabe!

DT: The First almost up… now he turns AROUND—AND THERE GOES CRUISE OFF THE TOP ROPE!! GOD NO, HE NAILED HIM WITH A MISSILE DROPKICK!!! THE FIRST TOOK A DROPKICK FROM THE TOP TO THE FACE… AND IT HIT HIM SO HARD IT KNOCKED HIM FROM THE RING!!!

DM: I’ve never SEEN impact like that in a top rope maneuver, but then Cruise outweighs The First by nearly sixty pounds! With that advantage in weight, I can only imagine that for The First, it felt like getting knocked around by a demolition crew’s WRECKING BALL!!

DT: The First is desperately trying to get to his feet, clutching to the apron to pull himself up… wait, here’s CRUISE—BASEBALL SLIDE RIGHT TO THE MUSH!! MY GOD, THAT KNOCKED THE FIRST INTO THE STEEL BARRICADE!! He’s just getting BRUTALIZED at this point!!

MN: Damn right he is! You know how long Cruise has been waiting to DOMINATE this match?

DT: Cruise leaving the ring now to continue the punishment on the nearly defenseless First! Here’s Cruise, pulling The First off the mat… and THROWS HIM RIGHT INTO THE RING APRON!! My God, it’s like he’s trying to grind his SPINE into POWDER!! Cruise takes him by the arm… GOOD GOD, WHIPS HIM RIGHT INTO THE STEEL STEPS!! That was simply a SICKENING COLLISION!!

DM: Cruise is knocking The First around from pillar to post, using that size advantage to just OVERPOWER HIM! The champion finally puts the challenger back into the ring… and I think he might be ready to finish this one OFF, Dave! The First has NOTHING LEFT!!

DT: Cameron Cruise is now locking The First into a front-facelock and forcing him to his feet! What does he have planned now?

DM: It can’t be GOOD, Dave! Cruise taunting the crowd now…

Crowd: *BOOOOOO!!!!!*

MN: Show some RESPECT FOR YOUR CHAMPION, you ingrates!!

DT: Cruise doesn’t like what he hears… OH MY GOD, IMPLANT DDT ON THE FIRST!! HE JUST BURIED HIS HEAD DIRECTLY INTO THE MAT!! MY GOD, THE FIRST IS DEAD!!!

DM: You could be RIGHT, Dave!! With that DDT, I’m sure The First’s brains shot right into his FEET!! Cruise drove him into the mat with EVERYTHING HE HAD!!

DT: Here’s Cruise with the pin… this has GOT to be it!



ONE!!!





TWO!!!




THE CHAMPION RETAI—OH WAIT!! THE FIRST HAD HIS FOOT ON THE ROPES!!! YES!!! YES!!! HE’S STILL IN THIS MATCH!!!

Crowd: *POP!!!*

DM: Cameron Cruise is simply DUMBSTRUCK right now! But every time The First kicks out, he gets even MORE angry… and when Cruise gets ANGRY, he shows his DANGEROUS side!!

MN: The First is going to REGRET kicking out of that pin attempt! Cruise is just ready to go backstage and soak his feet and enjoy being the IC Champ like he always does, and this impudent JERK’S fighting spirit is just totally killing the enjoyment levels!

DT: It’s an emotional war for the Intercontinental Title! The champion, pulling out EVERY ace up his sleeve to walk out of this arena with the title, but The First is not wanting to die! But now I think Cruise has HAD ENOUGH!! Cruise, bringing The First to his feet… up on his SHOULDERS!! HE’S LOOKING FOR THE SHIPWRECK!!

Crowd: *BOOOOO!!!!*

DM: Oh man, if he nails this, it’s OVER!!

MN: KILL HIM, CAMMY!! LET’S PUT THIS AWAY AND GO HOME!!

DT: Cruise turning to the center of the ring to—wait, The First is FIGHTING IT!! Cruise can’t keep him controlled on his SHOULDER!! My God, how is The First still FIGHTING at this point?!

DM: Cruise is STRUGGLING!! I’m not sure he can keep him on his shoulder, but he’s still TRYING!! Wait, Cruise losing his balance and starting to teeter around in the ring… and The First is THRASHING AROUND like a fish out of water!

MN: Come on, Cammy! FINISH HIM!!

DT: It doesn’t seem to be THAT EASY!! Cruise, wavering recklessly around the ring, while The First struggles to free himself! OH NO!! The First’s leg just clipped David Rosenkrantz in the FACE!!

DM: Oh damn, is the REF OUT?!

DT: It doesn’t appear so, Dean… but Rosenkrantz DOES seem temporarily blinded! That kicked knocked his GLASSES off!! The ref, searching the ring for his glasses, but the struggle continues! Now Cruise THROWS The First off his shoulder! Here comes The First off the mat… and he meets a SUPERKICK FROM CAMERON CRUISE!! GOOD GOD, that blasted him CLEAR INTO THE CORNER!!

DM: Might have busted his JAW open! But here comes Cruise looking PISSED—

POISON MIST!!!

Crowd: *POP!!!*

OH MAN, CAMERON CRUISE JUST TOOK A FACEFUL OF THAT GREEN MIST!!! THE FIRST DID IT WHILE THE REFEREE COULDN’T SEE IT!!

MN: WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT ABOUT?! HOW DID HE DO THAT!?

DT: Cameron Cruise RUBBING HIS EYES while SCREAMING IN PAIN!! Here comes The First back to his feet… grabs him by the shoulders—BACKSTABBER!! BACKSTABBER OUT OF NOWHERE!!

Crowd: *POP!!!*

DM: MORE LIKE A SOULBREAKER!!! THAT JUST DESTROYED CAMERON CRUISE, AND NOW THE FIRST HAS THE OPPORTUNITY TO WIN! ALL HE HAS TO DO IS MAKE THE COVER!!

MN: This is a ******* CRIME!!!

DT: PIN HIM, FIRST!! PIN HIM!!!

DM: The First, calling to Rosenkrantz! He can’t see, but that doesn’t prevent him from slapping his HAND on the mat!!

DT: YES, THE FIRST HAS HIM PINNED!! COME ON, REF, COUNT IT!!!





ONE!!!!







TWO!!!!!







TTTHHRREEEEEE—!!!!!

DM: CRUISE GOT THE SHOULDER UP!!!

Crowd: *AAAAAWWwwwww…*

DT: F*CK NO!!!

MN: WHOA, watch the LANGUAGE there, Dave!!

DT: He was just HALF A SECOND too late, and now the champion keeps this match going!! I don’t know HOW Cameron Cruise could come back from that one, but now with both the champion AND the referee temporarily blinded in the ring, how can The First fail at THIS point?!

MN: That cheap bastard! I can’t believe you guys give him all the PRAISE in the world for cheap moves like that!

DM: Cameron Cruise is hardly a saint, Mike… The First is back on his feet… BARELY ABLE TO STAND… but he’s ready to FINISH THIS!! Here he goes into the ropes… BOUNCES OFF WITH A LIONSAULT!! GOOD GOD, HE NAILED IT!!

Crowd: *POP!!*

DT: The First, ROLLS to his feet again… back to the ropes… OUT TO THE APRON… SPRINGBOARD LEGDROP!! MY GOD, HE JUST KEEPS COMING AND COMING!!

Crowd: *POP!!!*

MN: What is GOING ON HERE?!

DM: The First back up… climbs to the SECOND ROPE… AND AN ELBOW DROP ACROSS THE STERNUM OF CAMERON CRUISE leaves the champion ROLLING IN PAIN!! The First back on his feet, and he just UNLOADS for this capacity crowd!!

Crowd: *POP!!!*

DT: The First, CALLING OVER the referee who STILL can’t see the action! Here’s The First, WITH THE COVER!!! THIS IS IT!!!




ONE!!!




TWO!!!!







WE HAVE A NEW—OH MY GOD, CRUISE MANAGED TO KICK OUT!! I CAN’T BELIEVE IT, BUT HE KICKED OUT AGAIN!!!

Crowd: *AAAAAWWwwwww…*

DM: My God, how much more can Cameron Cruise TAKE at this point!?

DT: You might find the answer to that soon enough, Dean… The First is back on his feet, and he points to THE TOP ROPE!!

Crowd: *FIRST!! FIRST!! FIRST!! FIRST!! FIRST!!*

DM: The First is GOING UP TO THE TOP!! Cruise is laid out and NOT MOVING, and The First KNOWS this is his moment to finish things off!!

MN: OH NO!! NO NO NO!! DO SOMETHING, CAMMY!!!

DT: He’s going for it!! He’s looking to CUT THE THREAD!!



…wait a second, somebody just hopped the barricade! It’s a MASKED MAN!! NO, WAIT—

OH GOD, NO!! HE JUST PUSHED THE FIRST OFF THE TOP ROPE!! THAT MASKED MAN JUST RUINED THE FIRST’S OPPORTUNITY TO FINISH THIS MATCH!!

DM: Who the hell IS this guy???

MN: I don’t know but HE JUST SCREWED THE FIRST!!

DT: WHO IS THIS??! And WHY did he attack THE FIRST?! The referee couldn’t see ANYTHING without his glasses… but now CRUISE is back up, pulling up the wounded First…

REALITY CHECK!! GOOD GOD, NO!!!

MN: OH YES!! YES YES YESSSS!!!!

DT: Cruise calls Rosenkrantz over to make the pin, but barely has the strength to DRAPE AN ARM over the chest of THE FIRST…








ONE!!!








TWO!!!!








THREE!!! MY GOD, WHAT INJUSTICE!! WHAT A SCREWJOB!! THE FIRST HAD THIS MATCH WON, AND THE INTERFERENCE OF THIS ........ THIS MASKED MAN........ RUINED HIS CHANCE TO PUT IT AWAY!!!

Crowd: *BOOOOOOO~~!!!!!*

[The bell tolls as garbage RAINS upon the ring! A visibly exhausted Cameron Cruise rolls off of The First as “Killing In The Name Of” hits the PA. The masked man hops in the ring and stares at Cruise as Tony Fatora hands the IC belt to Rosenkrantz and gets on the mic.]

TF: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner…

…and STILL EMPIRE PRO INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION…

CCCAAAAAAMMMMMEEERRROOOOOONNN CCCRRRRUUUIIIISSSSEEE!!!!!

[As his name is announced, the referee hands Cruise his title and tries to raise his arm in victory. Cruise YANKS his hand away and raises it on his own, wobbling slightly. The audience JEERS VEHEMENTLY!! On the mat, The First sits up rubbing his face, realizing what has just occurred.]

Crowd: *BOOOOOOO~~!!!!!*

DT: I’ve seen plenty of controversial finishes in the years I’ve sat behind this table, but THAT’S one that just leaves me STEAMED!! The First was CLEARLY on the verge of victory!

MN: Oh no he WASN’T, Dave! Cruise would have moved out of the way in either case!

DM: Then why did he need this masked man’s interference? Speaking of, where did he come from, and why is he in EMPIRE PRO?! Hell, I’m not even sure Cruise knows what’s going on here!!

[Almost immediately, Cruise is joined by the remainder of the Anthology, who begin celebrating with Cruise over his successful title defense. The First, clearly ENRAGED, rushes the group but is overwhelmed by numbers and tossed unceremoniously to the floor.]

DT: So is this guy with the Anthology or what??? He’s just standing there!

DM: You gotta hand Cruise one thing… he knows how to walk into a match with a secret weapon! What a way to make an entrance into Empire Pro for this newcomer, whoever he is!

MN: It won’t be long before they have ALL the belts!

DT: I don’t know about THAT… what I DO know is that the challenger in this match beat Cameron Cruise from PILLAR TO POST… and I’m sure without the interference of this guy, we would be looking at a NEW Intercontinental Champion here tonight!

MN: Clearly, Dave, you’re just a little SORE that your little high-flying wonder didn’t DELIVER tonight!

DM: Cruise screwed him out of his Tag Team Title, and now screwed him out of the IC strap! I don’t care HOW many people are in the Anthology… sooner or later, The First is going to find VENGEANCE for this!

DT: Wait, hold on just a second……

[The masked man lowers his head and slowly reaches up for his mask as the camera shot now focuses only on him. As he does, a clip of the words "Get ready" plays over the system and the video monitor goes black.]

[Familiar letters and numbers appear in computer-generated stone, one after the other: "BSC. TTCCP. D1. SPG."]

MN: Oh no, NOT AGAIN!!! Enough with the blackouts and on-screen puzzles!!!

[The letters "SPG" then shrink and drift apart, and more letters appear between them to form "Smartest Player in the Game." The stone letters then crumble away and are replaced by, in big white letters, "COPYCAT." In the ring, the masked man has removed his ski mask to reveal Copycat, now looking fitter and with longer hair than when last seen in a wrestling ring years ago]

[The crowd blows a gasket.]

DM: My God in heaven…..

JARED WELLS: Fifteen years of been there and done that. History sometimes is a mind f[BLEEP]ked experiment created by careful planning by one superpower. Just so happens the EPW and the rest of the world live in a materialist haven. For years people have come up to me asking me who was my greatest opponent of all time? Who? Even Daddy's fans who are careless girls, usually blonde, double D's and all ask who was my greatest opponent was. I tell the ladies, Octomom because lord knows a single unemployed welfare grabbing b[BLEEP]ch, with a mother of fourteen would love to jump on the back account of daddy and dry hump it into submission.

BUT! But when it comes to your stereotypical wrestling mark......THEY KNOW! In my career my greatest opponent EVER..........it was Copycat. This isn't bought and paid over night people. This was something in the making years ago and it's all your fault. Fifteen years and beyond that, things are about to finally make sense. It's time we run the business the way we left it...........one pin at a time, one voodoo doll at a time, one for each of your sins. Daddy doesn't forgive any of you or forget.......

[Hands the mic over to Copycat with a hug]

Copycat: People of Baltimore, LEND ME YOUR EARS!

[That will probably pop the crowd, if only because they haven’t seen Copycat in years; the booing will come later]

Copycat: You know, just a few months ago, I was seriously considering not returning to the ring. As I’m sure all of you knows very, very well, my acting career has been met with great success. And where some men must continually step back in the ring after their so-called retirements because they don’t know how to do anything else, I’m in a comfortable, comfortable position. The interviewers kept asking about wrestling when I wanted to talk about acting, so I made an innocuous comment in one interview about wrestling being "a young man’s game." I didn’t think anyone would notice. But someone did.

[Copycat points over to Wells]

Copycat: There’ve been times in my life when I wouldn’t have answered a call from Jared Wells, but I was in a good mood that day and made an exception. Wells was calling me about what I told that writer. He asked me if I really thought wrestling was a young man’s game. He asked me how long it had been since I’d watched one of the major promotions on TV, really paid attention to what was going on instead of listening to the TV in the other room while I played Minesweeper on the computer or something. He told me to take a look at Empire Pro Wrestling, to catch up on the last few shows, and to call him back when I was done and tell him if I really still thought it was a young man’s game. So I went onto EPW’s Web site, watched a few matches and promos, set my DVR to record the next few episodes of Aggression.

[Copycat looks down at the mat]

Copycat: It broke my heart.

[Copycat looks up at the crowd again]

Copycat: This is what the business has been reduced to? These are the competitors standing atop the mountain that I helped build, the business that was taken to the next level in the 1990s and early 2000s by guys like me, like Hellion, like Jean Rabesque, like Joe Massacre, like Maelstrom, like King Krusher? Like Jared Wells, Shawn Hart, Larry Tact, Cameron Cruise? These are almost all men I’ve fought at one time, and even if there were times when I didn’t get along with them, I understood then and I understood now the significance of what they did. They sacrificed their bodies and their minds not only for their careers, but for this business. They wanted to be sure that no matter what impact they made, the wrestling business would carry on for many years after they were gone. No matter what you think of a man’s in-ring abilities, you can respect him when he has a love for the business that goes beyond his love for himself.

[He shakes his head sadly]

Copycat: But instead, you have guys like Rocko Daymon, who feel the need to turn everything into a quasi-clever monologue straight out of a modern-day Bill Murray movie. You have guys like JA, who’ve gotten so complacent that they’re not even trying anymore. You have guys like Sean Stevens, who’ve made it absolutely clear that they’re just in it to grab all the fame and fortune they can and are willing to bail out as soon as they’ve done good by themselves. You have nihilistic throwbacks to some of wrestling’s darkest periods, like the First. You have guys who sit back and throw the same tired insults we’ve been hearing for years, like Frankie Scott. You have a legend in Doc Silver returning to the ring to sob about how his wife left him. You have Felix Red pulling his "look at all the drugs I’m on!" act like it’s never gone out of style. You have Anarky still clinging hopelessly to the business he stopped giving a damn about years ago,
desperately looking for that one last perfect run that he knows will never come. You’ve got more emo crybabies and sixth-grade playground bullies than I like to think about.

[Copycat’s voice rises in anger]

Copycat: And THIS is what it’s all become since I made the mistake of ignoring the developments in this business. For that, I am sorry. But before I even called Jared Wells back, I knew there was hope. I knew there was a shining light still left in EPW, the beginnings of what could be a last-ditch effort to save this industry from itself.

[He gestures to the other men in the ring with him]

Copycat: These men you see before you now are men who are no longer in business for themselves. They’re in business for the business. These men are the cure for the sickness that has overtaken this industry. And though you fans boo them today, you’ll thank them later. The heroes you worship now will only destroy what you love. It’s the villains in this who will write the chapters that lead to a happy ending. For my last few years in the ring before I went into acting full-time, I told myself that I wouldn’t turn against the wishes of the fans. I told myself that I wouldn’t join forces with a faction of people as long as I was perfectly capable of doing what needed to be done on my own. But right now, I need all the help I can get to turn this thing around before it gets beyond the point of recovery. These men will help me achieve that goal. There’s only one hope for patching the holes in this business that will soon grow into abysses too
large to fix – and that hope is the Anthology.

[Copycat rips open the black T-shirt he’s wearing to reveal an Anthology T-shirt beneath it. The crowd, if it wasn’t fully behind booing him before, is surely doing it now]

Copycat: And that, my friends, is just all there is to it.

[Copycat throws down the microphone and raises his hands with the rest of the Anthology, celebrating their united front]

[He was right. The boos clearly out-do the cheers now.]

DM: Just what we need, more saviors. Answer your questions, Dave?

DT: I’m afraid so. Folks, we’ll be right back…..
 

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#1 Contender's Match: Craig Miles Special: Anarky vs. Marcus Westcott

[FADEIN: The bat covered in barbed wire hanging from the rafters. The camera pans back a little to show the height it's hanging from. CUTTO: Craig Miles, looking almost knocked out, at ringside in a wheelchair.


[MUSIC UP: "Ladies and Gentlemen" by Saliva. Marcus Westscott stands on the rampway, getting boo'ed loudly as usual. Westscott shakes his head at the crowd and walks with a purpose to the ring.]

TF: This contest is the Barbed Wire Bat match! The match can not end until one man has used a ladder to obtain the bat, at which point the first man to score a pinfall or submission will be the winner!

TF: Introducing first...He hails from Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada...Weighing in at 286 pounds...MARCUS...WEST!!!! SCOTTTTTT!!!

[Westscott hits the ring, and looks up at the barbed wire covered bat dangling above the ring. Then begins warming up a bit.]

[MUSIC UP: "More Human Then Human" by White Zombie. Anarky walks out, wearing his usual torn up black leather shirt with the Anarchy Symbol, torn up blue jeans with black wrestling boots. From behind his skull facepaint his eyes just lock on the bat above the ring as he walks to ringside, ignoring the buzzing crowd.]

TF: And his opponent...From Hartford, Connecticut...He weighs in at 230 pounds...AN!! RRRR!!! KEYYY!!!!

[Anarky hits the ring. He and Westscott now glaring at each other, the bell rings and they start swinging!]

DT: The fight is on! Anarky and Westscott just beating the daylights out of each other! Neither man giving an inch as they just keep firing right hands...Anarky rakes Westscott's face and now drives a knee into the gut of Westscott...Westscott sent into the ropes and he EXPLODES WITH A CLOTHESLINE ONTO ANARKY...Westscott mounts Anarky and now is just beating him senseless with right hands!

MN: Westscott really wants payback here, this is going to be a match so unsettling to watch it may never make basic TV!

DT: Westscott just TOSSES Anarky over the top to the floor! What power from Westscott...Westscott to the outside and he's got a ladder...He now sets up the ladder in the ring and he's climbing up towards the bat...Anarky now back in the ring...

[Anarky screaming "GET IT! GET THE BAT!!"]

DT: Anarky yelling at Westscott, he wants the bat to be brought in play...Westscott hops off the ladder and now the two go to blows again!

DM: Westscott knew if he reached for the bat he'd be defenseless against Anarky knocking the ladder over...He isn't trusting Anarky's word about getting the bat in here.

DT: Anarky staggered by Westscott...Anarky with a drop toe hold sends Westscott face first into the ladder!

MN: What a smart move by the maniac!

DT: Westscott clutching at his face as Anarky now folds up the ladder and now DRIVES IT into the stomach of Westscott! Anarky now kicking Westscott and just strikes him till he's out on the floor! Anarky now setting up the ladder to get the bat.

MN: I hope he gets it quickly, this match is gonna get out of hand once that bat is in play!

DT: Anarky is reaching for the bat...He's got it unhooked! WAIT A MINUTE!!! WESTSCOTT WAS PLAYING POSSUM! HE CHARGES INTO THE RING AND KNOCKS OVER THE LADDER...SENDING ANARKY AND THE BAT FLYING!!

DM: Westscott a step ahead of Anarky there and now he is in control of that barbed wire bat!

DT: Anarky hit the mat hard off that ladder...Westscott in the ring and he's got the bat now...Westscott ACROSS THE BACK OF ANARKY WITH THAT BAT!! AND AGAIN! Anarky thrashing around on the mat and now he rolls to the floor, trying to get distance from Westscott!

MN: Get on him Westscott, I really don't care who wins, I just want people to be hit with barbed wire wrapped bats!

DT: Westscott now on the outside chasing Anarky...ANARKY THROWS FIRE AT WESTSCOTT!! Westscott grabbing at his face, he may be blinded!

MN: You can always count on Anarky to up the crazy factor and he's really done it now!

DM: These two men clearly have a big time persona issue to settle, but let's not forget the winner of this match is going to become the #1 Contender to the EPW World Title, these are huge stakes these two men are fighting for!

DT: Anarky now has the bat and now WESTSCOTT TAKES IT ACROSS THE BACK! Anarky now GRINDING THE BAT INTO THE FACE OF WESTSCOTT!!!

MN: Man, the vampires are going to be loving this one!

DT: Westscott bleeding badly now as Anarky tosses him back into the ring...Anarky going under the ring...Oh dear lord he just pulled out a trash can full of weapons and he tosses that into the ring!

DM: Anarky clearly seeking to maim Westscott, he's not just content with a barbed wire covered baseball bat!

DT: Anarky dumps that trash can full of weapons in the ring and now BASHES Westscott in the head with the Trash Can! Anarky puts the Trash can over Westscott's head and now BASHES IT REPEATEDLY WITH A STEEL PIPE!

MN: Man I bet Westscott was living his old life of being called Beast and telling Linsday Troy jokes now!

DT: Anarky now going back and getting the barbed wire covered baseball bat...He SMASHES it across the back of Westscott...He now loads up for a home run swing...WESTSCOTT GOES LOW!! ANARKY CRUMPLES TO THE MAT!

DM: Westscott may have just saved the match, and maybe his career there!

DT: Westscott getting up...He just grabbed a street sign off the mat and SMACKS Anarky with it! And again! He now puts that sign on Anarky's head and DRIVES A KNEE INTO IT! Anarky thrashing around in agony! Westscott now goes over and gets the barbed wire covered bat...AND NOW IT'S ANARKY'S TURN TO BLEED!!! WESTSCOTT GRINDING THE BAT INTO THE FACE OF ANARKY!

MN: I hope the local bloodbanks are ready for this match!

DT: Anarky now bleeding badly after Westscott got finished carving his face up with that bat! Westscott tosses the bat aside and now grabs that steel pipe and BEATS THE LIFE OUT OF ANARKY WITH A SERIES OF SHOTS TO THE RIBS WITH THAT PIPE!

DM: That bat might carve you up with the barbed wire, but the impact from that pipe is more solid, more chance for an internal injury!

DT: Westscott tosses the pipe aside and covers Anarky!


ONE!!


TWO!!


THR-- NO! NO!!!

DT: Anarky kicks out...Westscott now going over towards that weapon pile that was dumped out of the trash can.

MN: This looks like the set of a Carrot Top act gone wrong then a wrestling ring!

DT: He's got a bag now and he opens it...OH LORD...BROKEN GLASS AND TACKS POURING FROM THE BAG!!!

MN: I bet if Craig Miles wasn't on enough drugs to kill Keith Richards he'd be enjoying this!

DT: Miles hasn't even moved an inch since being wheeled to ringside...Westscott now grabs Anarky...POWERBOMB ONTO THE TACKS AND GLASS!! NO! ANARKY FLIPS OUT OF IT!!! ANARKY WITH A SINGLE ARM DDT INTO THE TACKS AND GLASS!! WESTSCOTT FACE FIRST INTO THAT PILE!! HE'S THRASHING LIKE HE'S BEEN SHOT!!!

DM: He could have gotten a tack or glass in the eye! He could be blinded!!

DT: Anarky walks over, a sick smile on his face and now he finally covers!


ONE!!


TWO!!!


THRE-- NO! NO!!

DT: WESTSCOTT KICKED OUT!! Anarky glares with rage at Westscott...He can't believe Westscott is still fighting...Anarky with a couple stomps to Westscott...Now he's going outside...Anarky's got a table...He slides it into the ring...Anarky has the table set up now...He puts Westscott on the table...a couple more right hands to the face of Westscott...Now Anarky puts that steel chair on top of Westscott's face...Anarky now going outside...He's up...top...ANARKY OFF THE TOP WITH A SPLASH ONTO THE TABLE!!! WESTSCOTT ROLLED OFF THE TABLE!!! ANARKY JUST CRASHED AND BURNED THROUGH THAT TABLE!!!

MN: That was a bad landing!

DT: Westscott dives on top of Anarky, the cover!


ONE!!


TWO!!


THR--NO! NO!!


DT: ANARKY KICKS OUT AT 2...Westscott rolls over towards the barbed wire bat...What is he doing?! OH MY GOODNESS!! HE SET THE BAT ON FIRE!!! ANARKY GETS TO HIS FEET...AND GETS CLOCKED IN THE HEAD WITH A FLAMING BARBED WIRE BAT!!!!

[Crowd screaming "E-P-DUB! E-P-DUB! As Westscott is blasted by fire extinguishers and Anarky thrashes on the ground in agony.]

DT: WESTSCOTT OVER WITH THE COVER! THE LEG IS HOOKED!!


ONE!!!


TWO!!!


THRE---NO! NO!!!


DT: ANARKY KICKS OUT!!

DM: What amazing determination by Anarky!

DT: WESTSCOTT CAN NOT BELIEVE IT...Westscott screaming at the ref who continues to hold up two fingers...

MN: Keep the counts slow ref...They haven't died yet!

DT: Westscott now waiting on Anarky...Stalking him with that bat...Anarky to his feet...HE JUST THREW SALT INTO THE EYES OF WESTSCOTT!!!

DM: And with all those cuts on Westscott's face...That has to burn like crazy!

DT: Anarky now stumbles over and grabs that steel pipe...Westscott in the corner with the bat...ANARKY AND WESTSCOTT CHARGE AT EACH OTHER...BOTH MEN CONNECT WITH THEIR WEAPON!!! ANARKY GOT A FACE FULL OF BARBED WIRE BAT AND WESTSCOTT JUST HAD THAT STEEL PIPE BENT OVER HIS HEAD!!! BOTH MEN LAYING FLAT ON THE MAT MOTIONLESS!! No one can deny the effort these two men have put forth in this contest! BOTH of them have laid it all on the line here tonight on, arguably, the biggest stage of all!

DM: And it is FAR from over!

MN: You've got that right as--

DT: What the--

[CUT TO: The lights suddenly cut out, the crowd instantly buzzes and suddenly there is a spotlight an upperlevel of the southeast side of the arena. An eruption from the crowd--]

MN: Oh NO!

DT: Isn't that--

[CUT TO: It's Your Boy. And he's come strapped with a live mic.]

ICE TRE: Back in the building, back on the map. It's Your Boy -- ICE TRE!! Awwwwww, yeaaaaaah!

DT: ICE TRE! It's ICE TRE! He's BACK!

MN: WHAT?!?

[CUT TO: Tre confidently attaches himself to what appears to be a ZIPLINE. The crowd roars, taking him in; dressed in ROYAL blue sequins and STILL rocking his [stolen] KING of the CAGE Crown, he bathes in the spotlight for a moment before majestically tossing the mic and leaping off the ledge. The crowd roars!]

DM: What is he DOING here?!?

[Tre clutched for his helmet, sparkling like the shiningest of stars as he zoomed through the air.]

DT: Craig Miles has something to do with this! Rest assured!

MN: I hoped to NEVER see this sorry sack of trash again!

[Tre, weighing only 172 pounds, came to a slow halt just above the ring. The crowds cheers turn to laughter as it becomes apparent that Tre's harness is jammed.]

DT: Oh My.

[It isn't long before Tre's arms and legs are flailing about, as if he was in the throes of a convulsion. Even the referee can't help but chuckle.]

MN: What an ass.

DT: Ice Tre is STUCK, suspended 10 feet above the ring, in what was - I imagine - meant to be his triumphant return to Empire Pro Wrestling! Meanwhile, Westcott and Anarky are back to their feet and they are in disbelief of what they see! And I can't say I BLAME them!

DM: What is he DOING here? NOW? In THIS match!?!

DT: I promise you, Craig Miles put him up to this!


DM: Tre is STUCK above the ring and the referee is absolutely bewildered! What is he supposed to do?

MN: Ice Tre hasn't done anything wrong yet, other than make a complete, total, and utter ASS of himself once again!

DT: Both of these men are completely out! Spent, battered, bruised, and BROKEN in this ring... and Ice Tre is... hanging helplessly above the ring. These fans, this crowd, this entire arena is LOVING Wrestleverse 3! Chanting Tre's name!

[CUTTO: Tre flails about as if in mid-seizure, trying desperately to free himself from the harness. The crowd cheers him on as both men begin to stir...]

DM: This match will apparently continue as if a wrestler WASN'T dangling above!

MN: The show must go--

[SUDDENLY and much to Tre's immediate surprise, the harness gives out and Ice Tre plummets ten feet straight down, CRASHING on top of both Anarky AND Westcott!]

DT: OH GOODNESS! What an IMPACT!

MN: Tre is stumbling to his feet, clutching his ribs! What is he DOING?!?

DT: Westcott is trying to pull himself to his feet by the ropes, but Ice tre has the bat!!!! OHHHHH!!!! Westcott eats steel!!!

DM: My God!! Don’t tell me he’s the man Craig Miles was talking to earlier tonight!! He’s gonna take Westcott out right here!!!

DT: Tre looking down at Westcott….and Anarky is stirring and coming to his feet behind him…..MY GOD!!! TRE JUST TURNED AND LEVELLED ANARKY WITH THAT BAT!!

MN: WHAT?!?!?

DT: He grabs a hold of Westcott and ... PULLS HIM ON TOP OF ANARKY!!!

MN: Again I say…..WHAT?!?!?

DM: The referee is grudgingly in position!!! The cover!!!

MN: I can't believe this!

ONE!!!!!

[CUTTO: Westcott's fluttering eyelids, in and out of consciousness.]

TWO!!!!!

[CUTTO: Blood coats Anarky's motionless face, eyes closed and still.]

THREE!!!!!!!!

[CUTTO: Referee raises one of Westcott's arms! Ice Tre makes a hasty exit thru the crowd, holding his crown under one arm. Anarky rolls out of the ring, hitting ringside with an uncomfortable thud while Marcus is slowly brought to a knee by the referee.]

DT: MARCUS WESTCOTT has WON this contest... but ... WHY!?! Why has Ice Tre returned to EPW--

MN: Great question.

DT: --only to intercede in a match that in NO WAY involves him! To disrupt and tarnish a contest that BOTH men sought to come to a final conclusion! One has to assume that Craig Miles is somehow involved and...

MN: And the mindgames continue! Marcus Westcott will go down as the winner of this contest tonight... but the story between Anarky and Westcott is NOT finished. Add Ice Tre to the mix and—

[Camera shot of Craig Miles in his wheelchair, just smoking his cigarette and smirking.]

DM: ….And Craig Miles. Boy, does he have some explaining to do.

DT: Fans, I apologize. I've just been told that we will HEAR from Ice Tre a bit later on in the program and you've GOT to believe we'll get our answer then!
 

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World Tag Team Title Match: Anthology (Wells/Tact) (c) vs. Felix Red and Gotho

[FADEIN: The entraceway as "Never Wanted To Dance" By MSI the TBM remix is playing, Felix Red leads a giant mass of humanity towards the ring. Felix is in red long tights with white and black swirls around them, his dreads pulled back into ponytail. Behind him is a nervous looking Gothopotamus, who for a very fat man, is dressed about as much as like Amy Winehouse as possible with a blue dress covering his ample frame. Behind them is Ryoko, looking a bit annoyed at this whole ordeal, rocking a white jacket, light green blouse and a below the knee cut white dress. Behind those three are Doc Silver, wearing an "EPW Idol" baseball cap, black T-Shirt with "GARBAGE" in red letters, and his normal sweat pants. And finally, Green Machine, in a white 81# Patriots "Moss" Jersey, and blue shorts.]

DT: I don't know that I've ever seen this many people heading the ring for what's only a tag match.

MN: Well sometimes you gotta roll 5 deep for a tag match...

TF: The following contest is set for one fall, and it is for the EPW...WORLD TAG TEAM TITLES!!! Introducing First, weighing in at a combined weight of 524 pounds...Here are the challengers....FELIX RED...AND THE GOTHOPOTAMUS!!!

[The crowd pops as Felix and Gotho enter the ring...Felix motions Gotho to the apron and stands in the ring.]

DT: Felix Red has put himself in a bit of a pickle with his selection of Gotho as his tag partner...One does wonder if he's bitten off more then he can chew tonight.

[MUSIC UP: "It Was A Good Day" by Ice Cube. The crowd boos as Larry Tact and Jared Wells head towards the ring, EPW World Tag Team Titles over their shoulders. They walk with a swagger coming from the level of their opponents.]

TF: And their opponents, weighing in at a combined weight of 478 pounds...Representing Anthology...The EPW World Tag Team Champions...LARRY TACT AND JARED WELLS!!

[Crowd boos as Tact and Wells hit the ring. The tag belts are gathered up by the ref, and after a few moments the bell rings.]

DT: And we're underway for the EPW World Tag Titles...Felix Red and Larry Tact to start it off....They circle, and now Felix catches Tact with a jab...Felix rocks Tact into the ropes and sends him for the ride...Felix with a clothesline! Tact to his feet...Gets a DROPKICK in his face for his troubles...Tact looking for a tag but Felix cuts him off and backs him into a neutral corner.

DM: Felix has to prevent the tags by Anthology or else he's going to get overwhelmed by having to constantly fight a fresh opponent.

DT: Felix now sends Tact to the other corner...Tact staggers out...Felix goes for a BULLDOG but Tact SHOVES HIM OFF and makes the tag to Wells!

MN: Daddy's home!

DT: Wells now locks up with Felix. Wells backs Felix into the ropes...Ref looking for a clean break...Wells gives him one...And then SLAPS Gotho in the face!

MN: Ha! Take that fattie!

DT: Wells and Felix now trading shots...Felix staggers wells with a right hand...Felix with a kick to the gut...Wells catches it...AND TAKES AN ENZIGURI FOR HIS TROUBLES! Felix with the cover!


ONE!!


TWO!!


NO!


DT: Wells gets the shoulder up...Felix back on top of him with right hands and he sends Wells to the ropes...SPINNING HEEL KICK! Felix tries to get to Wells, but Wells quickly makes the tag back to Tact!

DM: For all the control Felix has had in this match, he's still got to fight a new man every few minutes.

DT: Tact circling Felix...And now TACT SLAPS GOTHO! Gotho charges into the ring! The ref keeping Gotho at bay! [Doc, Ryoko and Greenie all screaming at Gotho to get out of the ring] WELLS FROM BEHIND ON FELIX WITH A DOUBLE AXE HANDLE! BOTH MEN NOW CHOKING FELIX RED!!!

MN: That idiot was bound to screw this up for Felix sooner or later, he decided to make it sooner!

DT: Wells sneaks out of the ring as Tact now continues to choke Felix! The ref finally having ushered Gotho out of the ring turns to break up the choke on Felix...Tact throws Felix into the Anthology corner and tags Wells and now both men using the 5 count to stomp the hell out of Felix Red!

DM: Now we're going to see how an effective tag team, like the World Tag Team Champions, operates compared to a man who's basically set himself up to go alone...

DT: Felix stuck in the Anthology corner now...Wells in and he pulls Felix out of the corner and SLAMS him hard to the mat...Wells with a couple stomps...Wells pulls Felix up by his hair...Wells hooks him...BIG SUPLEX! Wells now really enjoying himself in there now...

MN: Anthology dominating, and Felix in a world of trouble, with all of blubberball to tag to!

DT: Wells holding Felix's leg makes the tag to Tact who drops a KNEE right into the face of Felix...Tact now stomping away on the former tag champion...Tact gets Felix to his feet...Felix hooked...SWINGING NECKBREAKER!! Tact now drops a couple elbows on the fallen Felix Red and pulls him back to Anthology's corner, making the tag to Wells.

DM: Anthology making quick tags, cutting off the ring, textbook tag team tactics from the champions!

DT: Wells now muscles Felix to his feet...Wells scoops up Felix and DRIVES HIS BACK INTO THE CORNER...Still holding Felix he now BURIES HIM WITH A POWER SLAM!! WELLS COVERS!!



ONE!!


TWO!!


NO!


DT: Felix kicks out! Wells looks disgusted and makes the tag to Tact...Tact in now and he has Felix to his feet...And locks him an Abdominal Stretch! Felix trapped now and screaming in agony! The ref checking on him...And he doesn't see Wells reaching out and giving Tact extra leverage!

MN: Damn refs, always out of position...Ha!

DT: Wait! Gotho charges into the ring! The ref now holding him back and thusly allowing this brutal double team to continue! The army of people in Felix's corner screaming and yelling at Gotho to get back in his corner! Gotho finally gets himself back into his corner. The ref turns around but Wells has let go and Tact just has the hold still locked on Felix!

DM: No teling how much damage was done during that whole time Felix was stuck in the hold!

DT: And now Tact dumps Felix on the mat...Tact throws Felix into a corner and gives him a right hand...Felix sent to the other side...TACT CHARGES...NOBODY HOME!! Tact staggers...FELIX GETS HIM UP!!! ESTACY OF THE AGONY!!! UNBELIEVEABLE!!! BOTH MEN DOWN!!!

MN: How the hell did he hit that?!

DT: Felix Red pulling that move out of NOWHERE and now both men down and Tact might be out...Felix is rolling away from Tact, he's not hearing the screaming of everyone outside the ring...Felix is nearing his corner!

DM: It might just be instinct from all his time tagging with The First, he just knows to look for a tag in this spot.

MN: Or he's done to many drugs and doesn't remember who his partner is...

DT: Felix appears to be getting his wits about him near his corner and he's not going for the tag...WAIT GOTHO JUST TAGGED FELIX! GOTHO RUNS OVER AND COVERS TACT!!!


ONE!!


TWO!!


NO!!


DT: Tact kicks out, Gotho now stomping away on Tact...He picks Tact up and sends him to the ropes...BACK BODY DROP! Gotho is PUMPED! He's dancing in the ring! And now he's doubled over gasping for air...

MN: Not exactly the house of fire we were expecting from a hot tag really.

DT: Tact tags in Wells and Wells just DECKS Gotho to the mat with a clothesline! This could get out of hand in an awful hurry...Wells now dropping elbows repeatedly into the chest of Gotho...Gotho not exactly looking like he's long for this world, now curled in a fetal ball in the ring as Wells kicks him a couple more times...Tact tagged back in and he's taking his shots on Gotho Tact pulls Gotho to his feet and now he gets the big man up and SLAMS him...Gotho rolls around and falls off the apron to the floor...

MN: If they gave him a 50 count he couldn't beat it to get back into the ring.

DT: Tact goes outside after him...Tact pulls Gotho to his feet and gives him a right hand...Gotho staggers backwards, he's heading towards the gaggle of followers Felix and he have at ringside...Wait...Gotho grabs Greenie and is trying to use him as a shield against Tact!

[Greenie freaks out, ripping himself free of Gotho and screaming "What the f*ck are you doing?!" at him.]

DT: Tact drills Gotho with a right hand...Gotho now thrown into the STEEL ring steps...The ref now telling Tact to get it back in the ring...Doc now giving Tact static, yelling at him to get it in the ring also...Tact GLARING at Doc...But he goes back to Gotho and throws Gotho back into the ring...

DM: Tact being smart and ignoring the taunts of Doc on the outside...Anthology's goal here is to defend the tag titles...Any issues beyond that can wait till after the match.

DT: Tact now in the ring with the prone Gotho...He covers him!


ONE!!


TWO!!


THREE!!! NO! NO!

DT: TACT PULLED HIM UP!!! [Crowd boos!] What a disgusting act! He's got the match won but now he's just seeking to punish this poor guy!

MN: Hey he signed on for this match, Felix might have put him in a bad spot, but he didn't have to show up, he's getting what is coming to him!

DT: Wells tagged in and he grabs Gotho...Gotho lifted up...PILEDRIVER!! GOTHO'S OUT COLD...WELLS WITH A ONE FOOT ON THE CHEST PIN!


ONE!!


TWO!!


THREE!! NO! NO!


DT: Wells took his foot off Gotho! Give me a break! This is disgusting...Tact tagged back in...Tact lifting up the limp body of Gotho...He gets him up!! STARBREAKER!!!! PLEASE LET THAT BE IT...WAIT A SECOND DOC'S ON THE APRON!!

DM: Doc's got the ref with him, trying to get Doc to get back down on the floor!

DT: Ryoko just rolled into the ring behind the ref...SHE LOW BLOWED THE REF!!!

MN: What the hell?! That's DQ!

DT: I don't think the ref knows who hit him as he crumples to a heap on the mat...AND HERE COMES DOC AND FELIX!! DOC AND FELIX ALL OVER WELLS AND TACT!

MN: Total chaos...You know I can be a fan of this.

DT: Doc and Wells crash to the floor! Felix unloading on Tact! On the outside Doc just got thrown HARD into the security railing by Wells! Meanwhile in the ring Felix and Tact trading punches...Felix Staggers Tact...Who trips over Gotho's body! [Crowd Laughs!]

MN: Who knew the blob could turn out to be so useful?!

DT: On the outside...Wells has got a chair...He's putting Doc's head on the steel steps...Oh lord he's gonna bash his brains out...WAIT RYOKO JUST MACED WELLS! Wells cutching at his eyes...Doc up, he's got the chair and he SMASHES Wells with it...Wells crumples to the floor...Doc rolls into the ring...He's behind Tact! TACT TAKES A CHAIR TO THE HEAD!! Felix now going to the outside...He's up top...A SHATTERED HORIZON!!! 180 SWANTON BOMB OFF THE TOP!!

DM: The ref is still down, if he doesn't know who attacked him at start of all this madness, this might all stand! Gotho and Felix could steal the tag titles!

DT: Wells grabs Doc's leg and pulls him out of the ring...Wells sends Doc into the STEEL STEPS! Doc crumples to the floor...FELIX SLINGSHOTS HIMSELF OVER THE TOP ONTO WELLS!! In the ring...Oh my lord...Gotho crawling over...He's got an arm on top of Tact...CAN THIS BE POSSIBLE?! THE REF IS CRAWLING...HE'S COUNTING THE FALL!!!


ONE!!!


TWO!!!


THREE!! NO! NO!!!!


DT:: TACT KICKED OUT!!! Unreal! Wells and Felix still fighting on the floor...Gotho getting to his feet...He's going up top!!

MN: If he hits this Tact will be a grease spot on the mat!

DT: GOTHOSAULT!!!! TACT MOVED!!! GOTHO HITS THE MAT WITH SICKENING IMPACT...TACT OVER QUICKLY WITH A COVER!!!


ONE!!


TWO!!


THREE!!

[Bell rings. MUSIC UP: "It Was A Good Day" by Ice Cube.]


DT: IT'S OVER!! Felix tried to make it into the ring but he was to late as Wells held him back just long enough!!

TF: Here are your WINNERS and STILL EPW WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS...LARRY TACT...JARED WELLS...ANTHOLOGY!!

DT: Wells and Tact getting out of here with their gold as Felix looks on and Doc is still holding his head from being thrown into the steps...Hold on right here…..we’re going backstage to get some answers from Ice Tre right NOW!
 

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It's Your Boy

[CUTTO: An EPW WRESTLEVERSE III backdrop. Before it stands Mojo Massey, one of the premiere wrestling journalists in the business, with a very special guest.

MOJO: Ladies and Gentlemen, I am joined by the man who certainly made ... an IMPACT during this evenings BAT MATCH between Anarky and Marcus Westcott. He is a former EPW Television Champion and still, I am told, the KING of the STREETS... Ice Tre, what are you DOING here?

[Dressed much as we'd last seen him, Tre rocks Royal Blue and sequins like a true pimp. "His" KING of the CAGE crown adorns his head as always, cocked just slightly.]


ICE TRE: Out on bail, fresh outta jail -- It's Your Boy, ICE TRE! Tonight, The K'ang of the Streetz and Undisputed KING of the CAGE did what he does best. The world witnessed something they won't soon forget ... and Ice Tre, once again, made the EPW WRESTLEVERSE *HIS* NIGHT! It was at Wrestleverse 2 that the industry was FIRST rocked by The ICE AGE. The best of the best got put on BLAST! The rules had changed! Ice Tre, All Day, Here to STAY!

[Pause.]

ICE TRE: That's how it was MEANT to be, right? Boy from the corner makes good, str8-out-da-hood, and hits the BIG TIME; Empire Pro Wrestling! Sets the world ABLIGGITY-BLAZE! From the bottom-feeders of the fed to the top draws of the day, after 'Verse Two signed off? ERR'BODY had MY name comin' out they damn MOUF! Before long? Ice Tre's is ROYALTY, I've bested the BEST the bosses could muster! They tried to BURY me and I fought my way OUT! Became Da TRU NUMBAH ONE CONTENDAH and the industry looked da other way! But my PEOPLEZ? The Tre'niacs and Maniacs? They stood strong wit' me. The good and the bad, they accepted it all... they accepted ME.

MOJO: Any comment on your arrest, sentencing, and time served in the penal system?

[Tre is instantly taken aback. Oh, No He Didn't!]

ICE TRE: In the WHAT?!? Maaaaan, ain't nothin' like dat went down, man. Homie don't play that, ya heard? Ice Tre was just out in the world, doin' what he do -- I caught a charge - tru Dat - I did my bid, stood up for mine. But the EPW suits couldn't take da scruitiny. They couldn't handle the bad press. They cut me loose the first chance they GOT, yo. SCANDALOUS!

MOJO: EPW removed you from the active roster following your conviction, but tonight you returned, playing a HUGE role in the BITTER contest between Anarky and Marcus Westcott leaving the internet abuzz and everyone in the back wondering... WHY?

ICE TRE: I'm as shocked as err'body else, sucka. I got the phone call two days ago, yo. Imagine my surprise when The Cocksman, Craig MILES holla's at Your Boy... says if I scratch HIS back, he'll work his mojo and get me back on EPW TV instead of just cashin' they paycheck. Might say that The Tre JUMPED at da chance!

[Tre adjusted the fly crown atop his head with both hands, grinning slyly.]

ICE TRE: You know that old sayin': Mo' Money, Mo' Problems? Well, Ice Tre is bankin' on da INVERSE also bein' true. Mo' Enemies, Mo' Paydays. Nah'm sayin'? As far as 'Narko and Wes Scott go? They wanna bump after this, we gon' bump - HARD, nah'm'sayin'? Far as *I* am concerned, they HISTORY! They in my rearview. Ice Tre left 'em in the dust like it ain't no fuss and he straight MOVIN' ON, yo. They wanna SCRAP after me CLOWNIN' them on PayPerView? Can't Say Tre would Blame 'em. But if that's how they gon' play it ... what comes down on 'em will BE on them, ya heard?

MOJO: You DO have a fair amount of unfinished--

ICE TRE: BIDNISS, baby! Unfinished BIDNISS!! Run on down the line ... between punks like Fusenshhhhhhoff, emo-*****es like Stalker and WANKSTAS like SEAN STEVENS.... y'all can BEST B'LEE that ICE TRE WILL TIE EVERY loose end! I will leave no stone unturned in my never-ending QUEST to OWN this got'day-um INDUSTRY from the BOTTOM to the TOP! Tonight, Ice Tre put the world BACK ON BLAST! It's the SECOND ICE AGE and it's sweepin' DA EARTF!

MOJO: Anything else?

ICE TRE: Global Warmin' ain't SH!T to me!

MOJO: Back to you!
 

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MAIN EVENT: World Title Match: "Triple X" Sean Stevens (c) vs. Rocko Daymon vs. JA

[CUEUP: B-Roll footage. FADEIN: The ending of Black Dawn...

DT: He’s up top, but Rocko’s fighting back! Punches, forearms, elbows between these two men! They are waging an EPIC BATTLE on the top rope here! Daymon with a forearm … blocked!!! Big right from Triple X, and he’s got the head hooked! X-TERMINAAA – NOOOO!!! Daymon shoved him off! Stevens back up top – big kick to the gut by Rocko!!! Double underhook….

YESSSSSS!!!!

BRAIN ROCKER FROM THE TOP!!!! Can he do it! Is it Rocko Daymon’s time?

MN: ROBOT REVOLUTION~!

DM: Holy hell, what a move!

DT: He collapses on Stevens for the cover…



ONNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!





TWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!




THRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!! YES!!!! YES!!!! Somehow, someway, Rocko Daymon has done it!

[Fireworks and fanfare as Rocko celebrates his victory, EPW World Title held aloft]

[CUTTO: Daymon, arm in a sling standing in front of Stevens, before finally throwing the EPW World Title Belt at the feet of Triple X]

[CUTTO: Lindsay Troy in the ring, confronting Stevens]

TROY: See, nobody gets handed ANYTHING for free in my company. You get a rematch as your right for being the last champ, something that EYE never got, but you don't get to name it without a sign-off on my part. As far as I'm concerned, Rocko Daymon has vacated the title [Crowd: BOOOOOOOOO!] but you are NOT the new EPW Heavyweight Champion. [Crowd: RAHHHHHHHH!] You want this title back? You earn it on Aggression 38 by taking on the Number One Contender. Who, by my calculations...

[She breaks out the Blackberry Pearl and makes a show of ostentatiously pushing random buttons on it]

TROY: Is Jericoholic Anonymous.

[CUTTO: Stevens Vs JA at Agg 38, Highlights of both men hitting moves flash over the screen, until the film gets to the ending.]

DT: IT’S ICE TRE!!! ICE TRE, DESCENDING FROM THE CEILING ON A ZIP WIRE!!!

MN: NO, NO, GET THAT IDIOT OUT OF HERE!!!

DM: Ice Tre touches down in the center of the ring… what’s that in his hands?! A baseball bat and… THE KING OF THE CAGE CROWN?!

DT: HE’S HERE FOR STEVENS!!!

[Flashing his diamond-studded grill of doom, Ice Tre sets the crown cocked over his head and reels back the bat before a stunned Sean Stevens…]

DT: HOMERUN SWING FROM ICE TRE!! HE JUST TOOK OUT SEAN STEVENS WITH THAT BASEBALL BAT!!!

[Tre poses for the screaming fans briefly before spinning around and finding an absolutely horrified Cassidy Stewart. Without hesitation, he grabs onto his publicist, and the two zip back into the rafters on the wire the King of the Streets came down on, and they disappear fast as he came in.]

DT: Tre and Stewart are OUT OF HERE, and the message left behind is LOUD AND CLEAR!!!

DM: Stevens staggering back to his feet, clutching face… turns right into JAY AYE—

KKKAAARRRREEELLLIIIINNN DDRRRRIIIIIVVVVEEERRRR!!!! OH MAN, HE DROPPED HIM HEAD-FIRST ONTO THAT STEEL CHAIR!!!

MN: NOOOO!!! NOT THIS WAY!!! HE’S THE CHAMPION!!!

DT: JAY AYE NAILED IT!!! The Anglo Luchadore tosses the evidence out of the ring Pat Jones finally rises onto his knees… going back to Stevens—LA MANHISTRO CRADLE!!! JONES WITH THE COUNT…




ONE!!!!





TWO!!!!






TTTTHHHHRRREEEEEEEEEEE!!!

Crowd: CCCCHHHHHEEEEEEEEEEEEERRRRR!!!!

DT: JAY AYE HAS DONE IT!! HE HAS BEATEN SEAN STEVENS!! JAY AYE IS THE NEW CHAMPION!!!

[CUTTO: JA with the belt in his hands, crowd going crazy!]

[CUTTO: Unleashed, the steel cage...JA and Stevens inside, awaiting the bell]

[CUTTO: Both men on top of the cage, fighting tooth and nail, the cage wall weaking, and then finally giving away.]

{CUTTO: The two men falling and hitting the broadcast table...The impact is shown repeatedly and from different angles.]

[CUTTO: Tony Fatora talking to the refs, and then making it offical.]

TF: Ladies and gentlemen… after reviewing ALL of the available footage, the EPW officiating team has come to a decision!

HERE IS YOUR WINNER of the MAIN EVENT OF UNLEASHED…AND **NEW** EMPIRE PRO WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!!

DT: WHAAAAAT~~!?!

TF: “TRIPLE ECKS”…

SSSEEEEEAAAAAAAANNNNN SSSSSTTTEEEEEEVVVVVEEEENNNNSSS!!!!!!

[CUTTO: Freeze frames of the video showing Stevens feet hitting the floor a split second before JA's!]

[CUTTO: Aggression 43, JA Vs Stevens, non-title, the two men trading moves.]

[CUTTO: The finish of the match]

DT: Wait a second, Stevens just waved his arms in disgust at the ring, he's walking up the ramp...What is he doing?!

[Crowd starts booing as Stevens continues up the ramp, JA seems a bit confused as Pat Jones continues to count.]

DT: Is Stevens really just walking away from this match? This is insane!

[Pat Jones gets to 10 and calls for the bell, JA stands in the middle of the ring, hands on hips, shaking his head at Stevens.]

TF: Here is your winner by count-out...JJJJJAAAAAYYYYYY AAAAAYYYYYEEEEE!!!!!

[CUTTO: The Symbol appears on the EMPIRETron and decodes itself...REVEALING ROCKO DAYMON...]

[CUTTO: The brawl between all three men rages on.]

[CUTTO: Lindsay Troy with the mic]

TROY: GENTLEMEN!! Stop this at once!

[Security finally seperate all three men to seperate sides of the ring, and they turn their attention to the EPW owner standing on the stage.]

TROY: Ladies and gentlemen... you are looking at the MAIN EVENT of Wrestleverse!

[The audience POPS!!]

DT: OH MAN, WHAT AN ANNOUNCEMENT!! It's gonna be STEVENS, JA, and DAYMON at WRESTLEVERSE!!

DM: This is a HUGE turn of events! The top three competitors in EPW over the past YEAR in the same match together... for the TITLE!!

[CUTTO: Slow shots of all three men's faces, as they look ready and eager for combat.]

[CUTTO: The arena, now buzzing after the video package, the bell rings]

[MUSIC UP: “Albatross” by Corrosion of Conformity, the crowd pops BIG as Rocko Daymon stands in the entranceway. Daymon has on black wrestling boots, black knee and elbowpads and fingerless black grappling gloves...Brown knee length shorts with gold trim complete his outfit as he takes a few steps onto the rampway before HUGE PYRO goes off, firing up the crowd even more!]

DT: Listen to this crowd! And look at this man, the former EPW World Champion, the man who never lost the title...Rocko Daymon is walking with a purpose to the ring here tonight!

DM: Daymon, forced to surrender the EPW World Title due to a broken arm, now finally has his shot to get it back.

[MUSIC UP: "Eat The Rich" by Fozzy as the crowd pops BIG again! JA steps onto the rampway wearing what internet smarks might call an "Alternate universe" JA outfit, shockingly red rights and mask with black lightning bolts and black ring boots. Lollipop, in a red spaggeti strapped dress and black heels follows behind him]

DT: JA bringing the crowd to it's feet...This place is electric!

DM: Notice the difference between the two men, JA's high fiving fans, he's looking exciting and happy, but this is just a match to him...Rocko Daymon walked out here looking like a stone cold killer.

DT: You are right about that, but both these men, clearly have their eyes set on their opponent...The reigning EPW Champion...

[The lights dim]

SFX: Thunder, Lightning, Horses, Chariots, grunts, growls and other sounds of Gladiator-style war.

VOICE: ….AND THE PROPHECY READ THAT ONE DAY, LIKE THE PHOENIX THAT ROSE FROM THE ASHES, THAT A BOY WOULD BE BORN UNTO A FAMILY IN THE SLUMS!"

CUT TO: EMPIRE-tron. …as several images flash starting with an up-close photo of a blue-eyed baby – crawling, playing football, and basketball … things that babies generally do.

"THIS BOY WOULD GO ON TO USE THE KNOWLEDGE HE GAINED, WHILE FIGHTING FOR SURVIVAL IN THE STREETS TO BECOME A GREAT LEADER!"

CUT TO: Several more images. The first was an older Sean Stevens, in amateur wrestling gear; in a cap and gown – signifying graduation. The scene then shifted to Sean in the audience, in what looked to be a wrestling arena, before cutting to the final image of Sean, in the middle of a death defying leap from a forty-foot high camera tower, as his foe – below – laid unconscious.

"AND IN TIME, THAT BOY WOULD GROW TO BECOME .... a KING."

CUT TO: The very last image. One of "Triple X" Sean Stevens in the center of the ring, being handed a crown, tired, sweaty, yet triumphant.

Suddenly, the EMPIRE-tron faded to black. And, for a moment, there was nothing but silence.

"Time to ride, n*****."

[MUSIC UP: "King Back" By TI. The lights come up as the rampway remains empty, until two men in tuxedos walk out, rolling a red carpet down the ramp...They quickly rush to the back, after a beat a young boy and girl, dressed in their sunday best, walk out and stand on the top of the ramp, holding baskets. After a few more moments...Sean Stevens, on a throne being carried by 8 men is being carried towards the ring...Stevens has on a large gold crown, Ray Ban glasses, a long flowing red robe, and his standard black tights with blue X's on the legs with black ring boots. The caravan waits at the top of the ramp for a moment before one of the men who was rolling out the red carpet returns, now holding the EPW World Title Belt overhead. The children take the lead, throwing crushed rose petals on the ground as now this mass of humanity makes it's way to the ring. The crowd booing this whole display loudly!]

DT: This...This is unbelieveable, the ego, the cockyness, Sean Stevens may have lost his damn mind...He may really think he's a king!

MN: He's the king of EPW! He's the champ! And to the champion go the spoils!

DT: Stevens now has been carried to ringside...They have placed his throne so one side of it is being held up by the apron...And oh look at this, his minions rushing to open the ropes for him...This is sickening! Stevens enters the ring, followed by his flunkie who's holding the belt, who now kneels before Stevens and hands him his title! Give me a break!

MN: This is greatness you're watching! Bite your tongue peasant!

DT: Oh lord...Stevens army o' flunkies now removing the crown from his head, his robe and sunglasses...Stevens slings the EPW World Title Belt over his shoulder as he stares at his two opponents...I do not envy head ref Pat Jones who shall have his plate full here tonight.

TF: The following contest is a Triple Threat Elimination Match and it is for the EPW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP! Introducing first...He hails from Tacoma Washington, weighing in tonight at 252 pounds...He is a former EPW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION...THE UNDYING!!!! ROCKOOOOOOOOOOOOO.....DAY!!!!!! MOOOOOOONNNNNNN!!!!!!!!

[The crowd pops, Daymon continues to stare daggers at Stevens the whole time.]

TF: Introducing next...He hails from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania...Weighing in at 217 pounds...He is also a former EPW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION...JAYYYYYYY!!!!!!!! AYYYYYEEEEE!!!!!!!!!

[Crowd pops for JA as he paces around looking pumped. He lifts his arms into the air reacting to the cheers.]

TF: And their opponent...He hails from Orlando, Florida...He weighs in tonight at 241 pounds...HE IS THE ONLY TWO TIME EPW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION! [Boos] AND HE IS THE REIGNING...DEFENDING...E! P! W! WORLD...HEAVYWEIGHT...CHAMPION!!!!!!!! "TRIPLE X!!!! SEEEEEAANNNNN!!!!! STEVENNNNNNNNSSSSSS!!!!!!!!

[Stevens extends his arms to the sides, sneering at the reaction of the crowd, after a moment he finally takes the EPW World Title Belt off his shoulder and hands it to Pat Jones, who shows it to Daymon, then JA, before holding it high for the crowd to see. Jones hands the belt to the time keeper and then the bell rings.]

DT: And the fight is on! Daymon wastes no time attacking the champion as JA sits back for a moment watching as Daymon is firing away with right hands on Stevens. Stevens sent to the ropes...BIG CLOTHESLINE BY ROCKO!! Rocko drops into the mount and begins hammering away...JA now over with a stomp to the head of Stevens...Rocko shoves JA away!

["HE'S MINE!" yells Rocko at JA!]

DT: JA responds with a right hand, and now Daymon and JA going at it! Daymon gets a knee to the midsection on the masked man and a scoop and a SLAM...Daymon with a STOMP to the head of JA and now he's back to Stevens...Stevens catches Daymon with a right...Stevens now backing Rocko into a corner...Daymon whipped HARD into the opposite corner...EXPLODES OUT WITH A CLOTHESLINE! Stevens trying to get to his feet...Daymon grabs him...ELEVATES STEVENS AND A BACKBREAKER! Daymon pops back to his feet...AND IS STOMPING THE GUTS OUT OF STEVENS!! Stevens rolling to the floor trying to get distance from the attack of Daymon, who follows him out!

DM: Rocko isn't fighting this match like a man looking to win a title, he's fighting like a man who wants to put Sean Stevens on the shelf, maybe for good!

DT: Stevens trying to get his wits about him, but Rocko is there and firing away with right hands...Stevens is out on his feet....WAIT A MINUTE!!! JA WITH A NO HANDS PLANCHA ONTO BOTH MEN!!! JA JUST SKYED OVER THE TOP ROPE AND CRASHES INTO BOTH MEN!!

MN: Quick ref, count them all out! Stevens will retain!

DT: You know that isn't happening Neely! All three men laid out on the floor...JA starting to stir, and he's got Stevens and throws him back into the ring...JA rolls Stevens onto his back and a cover!


ONE!!


TWO!!


NO!!

DT: Stevens rolls the right shoulder off the mat...And now JA gets him up and DRIVES his head into the turnbuckle...Stevens staggers and JA now HAMMERING him with knife edge chops! [Crowd "Woo's!"] Stevens whipped to the rope...JA SCORES WITH A SPINNING HEEL KICK! He covers!


ONE!!


TWO!!


NO!!!

DT: Daymon broke up the pin! What the hell is he doing?!

DM: A truly strange move on behalf of Rocko Daymon, this isn't a one fall triple threat match, this is an elimination match, one would think he'd welcome being rid of the champion!

DT: Daymon now beating the hell out of JA, he throws him into the corner and now SMASHES him with a series of shoulder blocks!

["You shouldn't even be here!" Daymon yells]

DT: Daymon clearly having no use for JA at all and sends him into the opposite corner...JA staggers out...INTO A HIGH IMPACT BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX!! THE COVER!!!


ONE!!


TWO!!


NO!!

DT: JA fires a shoulder up at 2 and a half! Rocko glaring at Pat Jones about that count as he goes back to beating the hell out of JA with right hand after right hand...Now drilling the masked man with forearms to the temple!

MN: And look at the champ! He sees this going on and he's hanging out in the far corner catching a breather!

DT: Daymon back to his feet and continuing to stomp JA...He pulls JA to his feet...JA now whipped to the ropes...Rocko with a clothesline but it's ducked...JA OFF THE ROPES WITH A FLYING SHOULDER BLOCK! Daymon staggers and JA GRABS HIM AND TOSSES HIM OVER THE TOP TO THE FLOOR!! JA now waving Stevens on! [Crowd pops!] And the two men lock up...Stevens gets behind JA and has a waist lock...JA looking to reverse, trying to fight out...Stevens with a trip takes down JA and now floats over for a headlock...Stevens grinding away on JA who's fighting to his feet...JA gets up and sends Stevens to the ropes...JA leapfrogs Stevens...NO!!! STEVENS SNATCHES HIM OUT OF THE AIR AND SPIKES HIM WITH A SPINEBUSTER!!! WHAT A SICK MOVE!!! STEVENS WITH THE COVER!!!


ONE!!


TWO!!


THR--NO! NO!

DT: OH MY! JA KICKS OUT!! I thought he was knocked cold by that shot!

DM: That was just HUGE impact...Amazing determination by JA to get the shoulder up!

DT: We have another angle of that spinebuster...Let's see that replay

[The replay of the spinebuster clearly shows Daymon on the outside seeing the impact and then counting along with the pin...He winces when JA kicks out.]

DT: What is going on in the mind of Rocko Daymon...

MN: Beats the hell out of me, he's clearly off his rocker.
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DT: Stevens pulls JA to his feet...JA WITH A ROLL-UP OUT OF NOWHERE!!


ONE!!


TWO!!


DT: NO! Rocko dove into the ring and broke up the pin! What on earth is he doing...Daymon stomping away on JA...Now drops an elbow...And another...AND ANOTHER...Stevens back to his feet...Daymon glaring at Stevens.

["He doesn't belong here! This is between US!" Daymon yells at Stevens]

DT: Daymon now stomping away on JA...And now Stevens is JOINING HIM! [Crowd boos!] I can't believe this...Of all the things I thought I would have seen in this match, to see Roccko Daymon and Sean Stevens in an alliance, it blows my mind!

DM: Rocko Daymon wants Sean Stevens for himself, he wants JA destroyed so that the two of them can settle their differences one on one!

MN: I'm starting to warm up to Rocko, anyone who wants to beat up this masked goofball is A-OK with me.

DT: Both men now stomping away on JA...JA pulled to his feet and sent into the ropes...FLAPJACK!!! ROCKO COVERS!!


ONE!!


TWO!!


NO!!


DT: JA KICKS OUT! JA's going to have to be tougher then he's ever been, he's suddenly found himself on the wrong side of a numbers game and he's in a world of trouble...Rocko gets JA up his feet...AND SINKS IN A BEAR HUG! Stevens now driving forarms into the back of JA who's helpless...Stevens now spins around and LANDS A SERIES OF FOREARMS TO THE FACE OF JA WHO'S STILL IN THIS BEARHUG!

DM: Stevens playing it by the book here, he doesn't want Pat Jones to decide to break the bearhug due to a closed fist, smart thinking by the champion!

DT: A couple of Elbows by Stevens to the top of the head of JA...And JA's gone limp in the bearhug...Pat Jones checks JA's Arm...


IT DROPS ONCE!!


IT DROPS TWICE!!


IT...NO!!!

DT: JA GETS HIS ARM UP! HE'S BITING ROCKO!!! HE BREAKS FREE OF THE BEAR HUG! Stevens over and he takes a right hand, and another! Rocko now charges at JA...JA SIDESTEPS AND THROWS HIM OVER THE TOP! Stevens over and he gets CLOCKED with a right hand! Stevens staggers...AND AN X-FACTOR BY JA!!!! HE JUST SUPERKICKED THE CHAMP!!!

MN: That son of a...He stole his finish!!

DT: Daymon's out of it on the floor...JA and Stevens are down in the ring...JA crawling over towards Stevens...He throws an arm across his chest!!


ONE!!!


TWO!!!


THR---NO! NO!!


DT: STEVENS KICKED OUT!! [Crowd groans!] JA getting to his feet...JA now off the rops...BASEBALL SLIDE INTO DAYMON ON THE FLOOR! JA having to fight two men at this point, now taking the fight to the obsessed Rocko Daymon, and SPIKES his head off the STEEL steps! Daymon slumps against the steps and JA now gets a running start...AND DRIVES HIS KNEE INTO THE SKULL OF DAMYON!!!!

DM: JA has to go all out, he can't let this unlikely alliance get themselves back into control or he's done for sure!

DT: JA now sees Stevens getting to his feet...JA with cat-like quickness getting to the top rope...JA OFF THE TOP WITH A CROSSBODY!!!


ONE!!!


TWO!!!


THR--NO! NO!


DT: STEVENS GETS OUT AT THE LAST SECOND!! [Some "TWO!" shouts, crowd booing!] JA can't believe it! JA now measuring the Champion...I think he's looking for the Karelin Driver!

DM: JA needs to take this moment with it being one on one to get Triple X out of the way now!

DT: Stevens up...JA'S GOT HIM FOR THE KARELIN DRIVER! NO! STEVENS FLIPS THROUGH IT..HE HOOKS JA FROM BEHIND...RELEASE GERMAN SUPLEX BY TRIPLE X PLANTS JA TO THE MAT!!!

MN: What a big time counter by Trip! And now look who's coming to dinner!

DT: Daymon back in the ring and he's all over JA! Daymon with the mount now just hammering away on JA with BIG right hands...JA dragged to his feet by Daymon who slings him into the corner and now just UNLOADING with kicks to the stomach of the Anglo Luchador...Daymon scoops up JA and SLAMS him hard into the mat...Stevens now back to his feet...And now Stevens and Daymon taking turns dropping elbows REPEATEDLY onto the prone JA!

[Daymon glaring at Stevens in a rage, then looking down at JA and just shaking his head. "You want me?" yells Stevens..."Let's get rid of him! Then we can settle this." he finishes.]

MN: JA is going to never forget the day He meddled in the affairs of those better then him...He should have stayed in the locker room...Hell he shouldn't even be in the arena!

DT: Both men now pulling JA to his feet...Stevens now setting JA up for a power bomb...JA LIFTED UP...DAYMON HELPS DRIVING HIM INTO THE MAT...ALMOST A SPIKE POWER BOMB!! STEVENS COVERS!!


ONE!!


TWO!!


THR--NO! NO!


DT: HOW DID HE KICK OUT?! [Crowd pops!] Stevens and Daymon are horrified...Stevens grabs JA and hooks him for another powerbomb...JA WITH A HURRICANRANA!!! STEVENS CRASHES INTO ROCKO!! JA to his feet...JA WITH A CLOTHESLINE SENDS STEVENS FLYING OVER THE TOP TO THE FLOOR!

MN: Oh jeez, did you see how Stevens landed?! He could be out!

DT: Stevens had the back of his head hit that thin padding on the outside...JA now after Daymon...Daymon cracks JA with a couple of left jabs...DISCUS PUNCH BY DAYMON! NO! DUCKED BY JA...JA ELEVATES ROCKO...BACK SUPLEX!

DM: JA needs to do something here to finish off Rocko quickly or he's going to be back facing that 2 on 1, and he's taken a hell of a beating up to this point!

DT: JA stomping away on Rocko and now gets him to his feet...JA with a PERFECT DROPKICK TO THE FACE OF DAYMON!! JA HOOKS THE LEG!!


ONE!!


TWO!!


NO!!


DT: Daymon throws the shoulder up...JA now waiting on Daymon...He's got to be thinking Karelin Driver...Daymon is up...JA HOOKS HIM...NO! DAYMON FLIPS THROUGH...DAYMON HOOKS JA FOR A BRAIN ROCKER!!! JA WITH A BACKDROP!!! DAYMON GOING FOR A SUNSET FLIP!! JA HOOKS DAYMON'S LEGS AND DROPS HIS KNEES ONTO DAYMON'S SHOULDERS!!!!


ONE!!!


TWO!!!


THRE! NO! NO! NO!


DT: DAYMON JUST ESCAPED!! [Crowd buzzing!] You HAVE to be kidding me!

DM: What a series of counters and what an amazing escape by Daymon at the last possible moment!

DT: JA up to his feet first and he's hammering awayon Daymon...CRUSHING FOREARM BY STEVENS TO THE BACK OF JA'S NECK! Stevens back in the ring and both he and Daymon back to beating the daylights out of JA...Stevens with his foot on the throat of the Anglo Luchador just choking the life from JA! Stevens now pulls JA to his feet...SNAP DDT! Daymon just watching...As Stevens is taking JA apart...Stevens now in the corner, He's warming up the band!

DM: You can see the rage building in Daymon...I don't know how much longer he can stand being buddy buddy with Triple X even if it's just to get himself into a one on one contest with him!

DT: X-FACTOR TO THE CHIN OF JA!! JA THROUGH THE ROPES TO THE FLOOR!

MN: Dammit, what a break that idiot just caught!

DT: Stevens looking down in digust at JA...He turns towards Daymon...WHO CLOCKS STEVENS WITH A RIGHT HAND! DAYMON NOW ALL OVER STEVENS!! HE'S BEATING THE HELL OUT OF THE CHAMPION!

DM: Rocko Daymon's hatred of Stevens is now boiling over...He wanted JA out of the way to get his hands on the champion...And with JA practically out cold on the floor he's decided it time for Stevens to pay for his crimes!

DT: Daymon throws Stevens HARD to the other corner...Stevens staggers out...Rocko hooks him...SIDE RUSSIAN LEGSWEEP!!! ROCKO HOLDS ON...GETS STEVENS UP...ANOTHER ONE!! HE STILL WON'T LET GO...HE'S GOT HIM UP AGAIN...AND A THIRD!!! DAYMON FLOATS OVER FOR THE COVER!!!


ONE!!


TWO!!


THR--NO!


MN: He didn't even hook the leg there! Not a really serious cover by Rocko!

DT: Stevens gets the shoulder up! Daymon keeps on him, He sends Stevens into the corner...Stevens staggers out...INTO A RELEASE NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX!! Daymon now quickly over on Stevens...HE'S GOING FOR THE TACOMA CLOVERLEAF!! STEVENS FIGHTING...STEVENS PULLS DAYMON INTO AN INSIDE CRADLE!!


ONE!!


TWO!!


NO!!


DT: Daymon gets out! Daymon up to his feet..STEVENS WITH A DROP TOE HOLD DRIVES DAYMON'S FACE INTO THE SECOND TURNBUCKLE! Daymon staggers back as Stevens now stalking...STEVENS WITH AN INVERTED DDT ON DAYMON!

MN: The Champ taking over!! It's Triple X time!

DT: JA crawling back into the ring...Stevens now back in the corner...He's warming up the band, he's waiting for someone to get up...Daymon getting to his feet...STEVENS POUNCES WITH THE X-FACTOR...NO! ROCKO CATCHES HIS FOOT! ROCKO FOOT SWEEPS STEVENS...HE'S GOT THE TACOMA CLOVERLEAF LOCKED IN!!! STEVENS IS TRAPPED IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING!!!

MN: NOO!!!! FIGHT IT!!

DM: I think this is how Rocko wants to finish Stevens! He wants to tap the champion out! Total domination!

DT: Stevens fighting for all he's worth...Pulling himself towards the ropes...He's almost there....DAYMON DRAGS HIM BACK TO THE MIDDLE!! STEVENS IS SCREAMING IN AGONY!! STEVENS HASN'T MANAGED TO MOVE AT ALL...HE'S STUCK!!! DAYMON PULLING FOR ALL HE'S WORTH...STEVENS EXTENDING HIS ARM!! HE'S GONNA TAP!! NO! HE PULLS HIS ARMS DOWN!!!

MN: I can't believe this! come on Stevens! Do something!

DT: Wait a second! JA up to his feet!! JA RUSHES OVER TO DAYMON!! HE'S GOT HIM HOOKED!!! KARELIN DRIVER!!!!!! OH MY LORD!!! HE JUST CRUSHED DAYMON!!!! JA WITH A COVER!!!


ONE!!!


TWO!!!


THREE!!!


DT: JA HAS DONE IT! [Crowd pops!] ROCKO DAYMON HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!

DM: Daymon was so determined to destroy Sean Stevens, I half think he forgot JA was even still in the match!

DT: But what damage has been done to JA...He's laying flat on his stomach like a beached whale...He hasn't moved since that Karelin Driver...Stevens getting to his feet...He's got a just about spent JA left to beat to retain his title...And look at the smile creeping across the face...He knows it's just about in the bag...Stevens now gets behind JA...He's waiting on him...STEVENS HAS JA HOOKED UP...X-TERMINATOR!!! HE DRILLED HIM!!! THE COVER!!

ONE!!!


TWO!!!


THRE--NO! NO!!!!


DT: ROCKO DAYMON JUST PULLED STEVENS OUT OF THE RING!! STEVENS GETS HIS HEAD SPIKED INTO THE RING POST!!! DAYMON NOW WHIPS STEVENS INTO THE STEEL RING STEPS!!!

MN: He's already lost! Somebody stop him!!

DT: Stevens is busted open! refs and EPW staff coming out, trying to stop Daymon...Daymon throwing them aside...Daymon now bashes Stevens into the apron and throws Stevens HARD into the security railing! Daymon now has a chair! OH LORD DAYMON JUST SMASHED STEVENS IN THE HEAD WITH THAT CHAIR!!!

MN: Stop him! He's going to kill Triple X!

DT: Daymon now has the ring bell! Daymon up on the apron...Stevens laid out on the floor...Everyone pleading with Daymon not to do this...DAYMON OFF THE APRON CRUSHES STEVENS WITH THE BELL!!

DM: Rocko Daymon is beside himself with rage, with the need to destroy Sean Stevens....We might need police to get out here!

DT: Daymon tried to get rid of JA to make this a one on one fight to settle his issues with Stevens, that didn't work out, so now he's just DESTROYING the champion! Stevens now thrown into our broadcast position! Oh lord! what's Rocko doing now?! Daymon RIPPING THE STEEL STEPS APART...He's got the top half of those steps! Oh dear lord...Stevens can't defend himself...ROCKO'S GONNA CRUSH THE CHAMPION'S SKULL HERE!!!

DM: Officals all over Rocko now, pleading with him to not do this.

DT: DAYMON WITH THOSE STEPS...DON'T DO THIS!!! DAYMON...DROPS THE STEPS! HE DIDN'T DO IT!!! Daymon just standing over Stevens...Stevens a bloody mess on the floor...Daymon now throws Stevens into the ring...Daymon leaving the ringside area finally now...Both men in the ring are out of it!

DM: JA took a horrible beating fighting off that very short lived alliance between Daymon and Stevens...Stevens just got brutalized by Daymon on the floor...Both these men are out of it!

DT: JA crawling over...JA trying to get to Stevens...JA throws an arm across the champion!!!


ONE!!


TWO!!


NO!!!


DT: STEVENS ROLLS THE SHOULDER!! [Crowd booing!] This is unreal!! Both men using the ropes now, dragging themselves to their feet...Both men trading right hands now...Stevens rocks JA with a right...JA staggers...STEVENS EXPLODES WITH AN X-FACTOR!!! HE JUST DRILLED JA ON THE BUTTON!!!

DM: But Stevens just face planted on the mat!! He's flat on his face!!

DT: The blood of Stevens, sickeningly pooling on the mat around his face as he's rolling over...HE DIVES AND GETS AN ARM ON TOP OF JA!!!


ONE!!!


TWO!!!


THRE--NO! NO!!!


DT: JA KICKED OUT!! [Crowd pops huge!] I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!!!

MN: NO! STAY DOWN!! JUST DIE JA!!

DT: THE ANGLO LUCHADOR WILL NOT QUIT! THIS IS INSANE!! Stevens can't believe it...Stevens getting to his feet...He's looking for another X-Factor!!

DM: At this point I don't know if JA can even get to his feet, much less take another kick to the head!

DT: JA is fighting to his feet...You HAVE to be kidding me...STEVENS CHARGES...JA STEPSTEPS...JA WITH A GUTWRENCH!!!! OH DEAR LORD!!!!! [Crowd pops HUGE!!!} KARELIN DRIVER!!!!! HE DROPPED STEVENS LIKE A SACK OF BRICKS!!! JA IS LAYING ON TOP OF STEVENS...BUT STEVENS IS ON HIS BELLY!!!

DM: I don't even know if JA is even aware enough at this point to notice that...He hasn't moved since they both landed!

DT: JA sits up, he shakes his head...The focus coming back into his eyes...He finally now rolls Stevens over...The cover!!!


ONE!!!


TWO!!!


THREE!! NO! NO!!!!


DT: STEVENS GOT THE SHOULDER UP!!! [Boos!] HOW?! HOW DOES HE KICK OUT?!

MN: He's the man! The Champ is never gonna die!

DT: JA pulls Stevens to his feet...JA WITH AN INSIDE CRADLE!!


ONE!!!


TWO!!!


STEVENS REVERSES IT!!


ONE!!!


TWO!!!


NO! NO!!!


DT: JA ESCAPED!!! [Pop!] Both men struggle to their feet...STEVENS WITH A CLOTHESLINE!! JA DUCKS!! HE HOOKS STEVENS FOR A BACKSLIDE!!! BOTH MEN FIGHTING!! JA GETS IT!! STEVENS SHOULDERS DOWN!!


ONE!!!


TWO!!!


THREE!! NO! NO!!!!


DT: STEVENS JUST GETS OUT!!! [Crowd buzzing!] This is unreal...Stevens and JA fighting to their feet again...JA with a HARD kick to the gut of Stevens...JA LIFTS STEVENS FOR A TOMBSTONE!!! NO!! STEVENS FLIPS THROUGH!!!! STEVENS HAS HIM UP!!! NO!!! JA FLIPS THROUGH AGAIN!!!! TOMBSTONE BY JA!!! TOMBSTONE!!! JA ON TOP!!!!!


ONE!!!!


TWO!!!!


THREE!!! NO! NO!!!!!


DT: STEVENS GOT HIS FOOT ON THE ROPE!!! PAT JONES WAVING OFF THE FALL!!!

MN: I'm gonna have a heart attack!!!

DT: JA...CAN...NOT....BELIEVE IT!!! He shakes his head and now he's DRAGGING Stevens into the middle of the ring...JA GOING FOR THE WALLS!!! STEVENS GRABS HIM...INSIDE CRADLE BY STEVENS!!!


ONE!!!!


TWO!!!!


THREE!! NO! NO!!!


DT: JA GETS OUT! HE STILL HAS STEVENS LEGS!!! HE GETS HIM OVER!!! JA WRENCHING BACK WITH THE WALLS!!! STEVENS IS IN A WORLD OF AGONY!!!!

DM: But that cradle attempt put him close to the ropes! JA seemed so set on getting the move locked in he didn't notice his position in the ring!

DT: Stevens may be close to the ropes...But he's not getting there!! STEVENS IN ALL KINDS OF TROUBLE HERE...THE ROPES ONLY A FEW FEET AWAY...BUT HE MAY NOT EVEN BE AWARE OF IT!!! JA LEANING BACK FOR ALL HE'S WORTH!!! STEVENS HOWLING IN AGONY!!! STEVENS LUNGES FOR THE ROPES!!! HE CAME UP SHORT!!! STEVENS MAY HAVE JUST BLACKED OUT!!! PAT JONES TELLING STEVENS TO SHOW HIM SOMETHING OR HE'S GOING TO STOP IT!!!

MN: NO!!!! FIGHT IT TRIP!! THIS MASKED PUTZ CAN'T WIN THE TITLE AGAIN!!!

DT: STEVENS IS OUT OF IT!! NO!!! STEVENS WITH A LUNGE JUST GRABBED THE BOTTOM ROPE!!! PAT JONES TELLING JA TO BREAK THE HOLD...JA let go...He can't believe this!

MN: Believe it buddy boy! You ain't beating The King of EPW!

DT: JA stomping around...I think he's calling for the Karelin Driver 01! He's going to plant Stevens once and for all! Stevens now staggering to his feet...He is wearing the crimson mask...Stevens up...JA HOOKS HIM...NO!! STEVENS FLIPS OVER JA'S SHOULDER!!!! STEVENS HAS HIM UP!!! X-TERMINATOR!!!! I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!!!! STEVENS HAS THE COVER!!!!


ONE!!!!


TWO!!!!


THREE!!! NO! NO!!!


DT: OH YOU'RE KIDDING ME!!!!! {Pop! "JAY AYE!" chants!] THIS...THIS IS SURREAL!!!

MN: Can I go down there and SHOOT JA to keep him down?!

DT: Stevens pulling himself up...He's in the corner...He's loading up the band...He's going to go for yet another X-Factor!

DM: I think he doesn't know what else to do, he's got to go to the X-Factor!

DT: Can he hit it...Will it be enough?! JA on rubber legs is to his feet...STEVENS CHARGES!!!! X-FACTOR!!!! RIGHT ON THE CHIN!!!! STEVENS FALLS ON TOP OF JA!!!!!


ONE!!!!


TWO!!!!


THREE!!!!!


[Bell rings! Crowd buzzing, some boos!]

TF: THE WINNER OF THE CONTEST...AND STILL...EPW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!!!! TRIPLE X!!!! SEAN!!!!! STEVEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!! ANNNNNNSSSSS!!!!!!!

[MUSIC UP: "King Back" by TI]

[CUTTO: The ring, both JA and Stevens laying on the mat, panting, neither man moving at all, Lollipop kneeling over JA trying to see if he's OK]

DT: What a match...WHAT A MATCH...What an amazing win here tonight for Sean Stevens...The Champion...Having a lot of doubters, a lot of critics, has just SILENCED them all with this HUGE WIN...

MN: He is THE MAN...Everyone needs to suck it up and ADMIT IT!

DT: Stevens back to his feet...Pat Jones hands him the EPW World Title Belt...Stevens to the second rope.

[Big pyro goes off as Stevens holds the belt over his head, drawins boos from the crowd!]

DT: What a night...What a war...We thank all of you for watching here tonight at Wrestleverse III, see you all next time at Aggression!

[CUTTO: Stevens standing in the ring as Pat Jones secures the World Title belt across his waist...Stevens raises his arms in victory as the camera slowly...FADES TO BLACK]
 
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