“Triple X” Sean Stevens [c] vs. Marcus Westcott [Cage Match] – Russian Roulette III
MARCUS WESTCOTT: This was it. The big mack-daddy. The match to settle the score. I hadn't been on top of EPW since I'd dropped the title to Troy, which was probably one of the biggest mistakes of my career. I'd always thought I'd get a rematch after that, but it never came. Well, there was that token inclusion into that 5-way that Stevens won, but this one here at Russian Roulette, this was the big score. Finally, a one-on-one shot at taking back my title after 5 long years.
This match was all about me proving all over again that I deserved that spot. Everyone was writing me off as the old guy, the has-been, the dinner guest that's over-stayed their welcome, and I had to prove to them that I was just as good now as I was back then.
So, I'm standing behind the curtain, telling myself all this, firing myself up, listening to the crowd buzzing and trying to soak that in, and I glance over at the monitor, and it hooked me. The video package that EPW put together for this match was crazy, and my entrance... MY GOD, my entrance... what a piece of work. That entrance right there was exactly why I chose "Ladies and Gentlemen" as my theme song, and the EPW crew just knocked it right out of the park. These guys are among the absolute best in the business at this stuff. Just amazing.
The crowd is going absolutely ape****, and that right there should tell everyone why I'm still relevant in this business, and as I'm walking down to the ring and climbing inside, I'm looking at the cage, and I realized that this is really where I made my home. People watching this may not know all the names, but fans are *still* talking about the match I had in A1E with Torment in the Cell almost 10 years ago. When I beat Nemesys in the Octogon, and Stevens in the cage in TEAM, and Christian Sands in the cage to win the EPW World Heavyweight Championship... I just smiled, cause I knew I was going to be alright.
I have to give it to Stevens though... that was a wicked entrance. But then again, no one's ever accused Stevens of having an ego, have they? [chuckles] I knew he was going to pull some extravagant stuff to boost his image, so it didn't bother me, but DAMN, it did look good!
After the introductions were over, I watched Jones head over and kick the crap out of the cage door, and the cage barely moved! The EPW crew did a great job of building this thing, and I knew then that this was just what I wanted. No one was going anywhere, and if we hit that cage, it was going to be devastating. It was perfect.
I knew - hell, we all knew - going into this match that Stevens and I each had our own advantages. I brought the power and strength, while Stevens brought the speed and agility, but I knew I could keep up with him technically. I just had to pound him to death and not get caught in anything, and I think that opening sequence showed that. My tossing him into the corner, followed by the locks and reversals, and then with Sean forcing to break, he knew he wasn't going to have it easy.
He found that out very quickly after I got that headlock and rolled through into that German and then the powerslam. That was the power game working it's magic, and thinkingn about it now, I probably shouldn't have gone for the pin, as it gave him time to think and set up, and sure enough, Stevens comes back with the chops and kicks, and dammit, I don't know if there's anyone that chops like Stevens does.
I managed to fight out of the ankle work and figure four, and then the power took over. I think I nearly threw Stevens all the way across the ring with that release German, and then I found the opportunity I was looking for to use the cage. I NAILED him twice, and I shook him up good. I don't think just pounding Sean was going to do it - I'd have to knock him loopy and catch him like that for the win, but it was still too early, and Sean was able to hit that northern lights suplex out of nowhere.
That surprised the hell out of me, and then he was able to get that figure four on me again, and I was just not able to shake out the cobwebs before he got it applied. Very smart of Sean too... going back to the move after he'd gone after my ankle, and then the figure four earlier. Very old school - pick a body part and go after it. That sucker hurt like a sonofa*****, and I'd managed to pull myself on my ass close to the ropes, but I couldn't quite reach, and Sean pulled me back to the middle of the ring. Most guys will give up here, because they don't have it in them to fight all the way back to the ropes, or that mental defeat of trying to get out but failing is too much, but I knew I could get through it. It's only pain, and the World Title was on the line. There's no WAY I was going to tap out to Sean Stevens. No way in hell.
I got out of it - I managed to reverse, but of course, after being in that hold for so long, I was vulnerable, and Sean sure took advantage of it. He started beating the hell out of me, and I even ate the cage once, but I wasn't going to give up. I kept kicking out. The crowd started getting behind me again, and they gave me the strength to roll Sean out of that underhook suplex attempt, before I got one of my own. I hit that, and then hammered Sean with a big spinebuster, and the crowd tore the roof off the building. That was it, and I started pounding away on Sean, trying to wear him down, but that S.O.B. went right back to my leg, and my spine, with that modified crab.
Once again, the crowd fueled me, and I kicked Sean off. It was just enough to be able to ge me out - I took a few shots, but I held on enough to get that leg scissor on him. I knew I wasn't going to beat him with it, and plus, we were on the ropes, but I could use that and the five count to do some damage and take a bit of a breather, and it seemed to work. I threw Stevens into the cage with that back body drop into the cage, and then I don't know how I came up with that counter to the moonsault, but I caught him and threw him like a lawn dart face first right into the cage.
I thought that might have been enough, but it was Sean's turn to show his resiliency, and he kicked out. I thought I might have knocked him out there, but he was still in it. I went for the bear hug, thinking that if he's a little loopy, and I can cut his air off, it might weaken him enough, and the powerbomb would be the big finish, but the little bastard managed an amazing counter into a pin, but I still managed to roll through it and keep on the advantage. That dragon plex into the cage was a devastating shot, and I thought was going to do it, but again, Sean fought out of it, and then managed that desperation move that sent me into the cage. It stunned me long enough for him to go back to the lower body, and slap on that cloverleaf.
To be honest, I wasn't sure if I could do it. I'd been through the figure four, and the Walls of Jericoholic earlier, and man, he had this one on good. The pain was SO bad, I didn't think I could continue on, but again, here comes the crowd. Thousands and thousands of people cheering me on, begging me not to give up, and I don't even really remember doing it, but somehow I got his leg up and out of the hold, and turned him over, but I was still done. Sometimes you can get out of a hold and turn it to your advantage, but there I was, still down and vulnerable, and I think that's where Sean made his first big mistake. He should have kept going on my lower body, but he loaded up for the super kick, and it gave me time to think, and more importantly, get the hell out of the way. When I could tell he wasn't nearby, I knew he had to be working on that kick, so I kinda timed it with me rising that I pulled my head out of the way just in case, and it worked.
Once Stevens jammed his leg by kicking the cage, I knew I had my shot, and immediately went for the Cradle. Only thing is, my back was so messed up from all the damage in this match that I couldn't apply it properly - I couldn't bridge all the way over, and therefore, it wasn't that effective. Sean broke out of it.
Man, my back was just done. My legs were like rubber. I couldn't even stand up. Sean did such a masterful job of working my lower body, that I couldn't even get to my feet. We were both tired, and I needed a breather. Stevens knew I was in trouble, but my only way out was to make him think I was pretty much dead and buried. It took Sean a while to get up, and I acted like I needed the ropes, but it was all arms. I was trying so hard to just relax and rest my back and legs, and then out of nowhere, he pulls out the Dynastic Cycle, and just about everyone in pro wrestling put a bullet in me at that point. Thing is, Sean was so tired and worn out at that point, it was like my Cradle. It was on, but wasn't totally effective, so I was able to take more of a break. I worked it. I screamed. I flailed, then just died. Jones was checking on me, but I'm resting. He does the whole "lift the arm, let it drop three times" thing, but this is an epic World Title match. Jones is even taking his time. He doesn't want to end it this way unless he has to. Meanwhile, the crowd's going beserk, and I'm feeding off of them. I'm hulking up inside, brother [chuckles], and I busted out of the hold and took over, going for the Absolution to end things, but even though I was able to mind-f*ck Stevens, it still wasn't enough. My legs couldn't take it, and I went down.
But I was still fighting. I wasn't done. And then came the superkick that nearly took my head off. Sean DRILLED me with that one, but I wasn't going to give up as long as I was conscious. I kicked out, and that fired me up, man. He nailed a second one, but didn't turn the lights out. I managed to kick out, and then it's like I went on autopilot. He drilled a third kick, and at this point I've done what no one else has been capable of, and get out of not one, not two, but three X-Factors! I popped right back up and blew Sean's mind. I blocked the fourth one, and drilled him with an Absolution, and now it was Sean's turn to defy the odds and kick out.
This was probably the greatest finish in the history of pro-wrestling. I hit this Absolution from the top, and Sean's lucky to be ALIVE, let alone kick out. But he blocks it, and somehow I GORE him out of the air while he's trying to missile dropkick me. UNREAL. Then this is a testament to Sean's tenacity, as he's able to roll me up right after being gored and get right back up and nailed a FOURTH X-Factor, but a testament to my own heart, I didn't even go down. I hit the cage, and Sean nails the X-Terminator, and brother, that was all I could take. Hell, it was all Sean could take, as he barely got over to cover me, but I was out, and there was the three count.
It was all over. I'd lost the match, but dammit, I could come out of there with my head held high. We'd just put on probably the greatest match anyone has ever seen, and while I didn't win, and while I practically hated Sean's guts going into this match, I had to show him the respect for doing what he did in that ring. I had to give him his due - he sure earned it.
I'm going to look back on this match with a lot of fondness. Again, while I didn't win, I certainly did what I came out to do and prove to everyone that I wasn't just an old relic taking up space in the back. I still belonged, and I'd just put on the greatest match ever seen.
I'm going to remember that match until the day I die.
[Fade in... and the image is of Houston, Texas, at night, some five odd years ago. The voice of commentator Dave Thomas can be heard over the voice-over...]
DT V/O: Welcome one and all to Houston, Texas and Empire Pro Wrestling’s Russian Roulette!!! Months of buildup has led to this night...
[Cut to the opening minute of the event's main event, as a younger Marcus Westcott stands in his corner, proudly bearing the EPW World Title on his shoulder. He looks questionably across the ring... the masked individual known then only as DIS.]
DT V/O: ...where Beast will face off with the mysterious Dis for the EPW World Heavyweight Championship!!
[Cut to within the office of then-owner, Dan Ryan, looking across his desk at Beast.]
DR: I’ll make a promise to you. I won’t be involved tonight. In fact, I won’t be anywhere near the ring or do anything whatsoever to affect the outcome of this match once you leave this room.
[A PANG pierces the soundtrack. Cut forward a few seconds, the footage washed out in black and white... and Beast is on the ground, being brutalized by Boogie Smallz.]
[A quick cut forward, and he is being manhandled in the ring by Dis. Ryan's voice continues...]
DR V/O: You see…CHAMP. This one is for all the marbles.
[Cut to a shot of Beast perched upon the top rope, holding his belt high after a victory...]
DR V/O: I’ve given you every opportunity to be the sort of champion you have the ability to be.
[Cut to a shot of Beast in the ring with his long-time rival, Christian Sands...]
DR V/O: I’ve thrown you a bone in many a situation to try and allow the Beast inside to come out and play.
[Cut to a shot of Beast walking to the ring with a grave and determined expression fixed on his face...]
DR V/O: You wanted to be a big tough guy and go it solo -- so now -- we’ll see how you respond when the pressure is really on -- and once and for all we’ll know if you’ve got what it takes to survive in this business.
[Back to that fateful night in Houston, in the ring with Dis...]
DR V/O: Good luck out there, champ. I’ll be watching you...
[Beast goes for a powerbomb... when unexpectedly, Dis rolls through with a Sunset Flip -- catches the ropes when the referee isn't looking -- and picks up the three count, ending the champion's reign and making professional wrestling history. The chattering of the commentators from the match cues in...]
DM V/O: MY GOD WHAT AN UPSET!!! DIS JUST STOLE THIS MATCH RIGHT OUT OF THE BLUE!
[Cut to Beast's expression as he sits up and it dawns on him that he has tasted defeat...]
DT V/O: AND LOOK AT THE SHOCK ON BEAST'S FACE!
[Cut to the fateful moment where Dis strips the mask off... revealing LINDSAY TROY's face.]
DT V/O: JESUS CHRIST ON A F*CKING POGO STICK LINDSAY TROY WAS DIS ALL ALONG AND NOW SHE'S THE NEW HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION OF THE WORLD!!!
[The image of Marcus "Beast" Westcott's face is one of anguish and defeat as the image fades to black...]
[The confident and smug voice of EPW's World Heavyweight Champion rings out.]
SS V/O: I am Sean "Triple X" Stevens.
[Cut to a shot of "Triple X" Sean Stevens from two years ago. It's one of the few times he's ever been seen without the title, because this precedes that moment in EPW history.]
SS: I am the Greatest Wrestler on the Planet, the "Blue-Eyed Badass", and the undisputed "Champion of Planet Earth". I am a wrestler, I am a fighter, I am a warrior, and the 2007 King of the Cage.
[Cut to the view sweeping over the city of Atlanta, Georgia, circa 2007. The voice of commentator Dave Thomas can be heard on the voice-over.]
DT V/O: Ladies and gentlemen welcome to the Georgia Dome in Atlanta, Georgia!! I’m Dave Thomas along with Dean Matthews and Mike Neely and as our esteemed soon to be once again owner just said...
[Cut to an image of then-champion, Joey Melton, going facing his estranged ex-wife, Lindsay Troy, and the recent EPW fireball contender, Sean Stevens.]
DT V/O: ...this is Russian Roulette!!
[Cut to footage from the match, including the numerous interferences by Ice Tre and Joey Melton's twin brother.]
SS V/O: ...and, when the night is done? I'll add one more title to my resume:
[Cut to the final moments of the match, as Stevens nails Melton with the X-Terminator, picks up the three count, and stands victoriously in the ring.]
SS V/O: EPW World Heavyweight Champion.
[Cut back to the intro of the Pay Per View event, as Sean Stevens smugly stands before the camera, predicting future events.]
SS: Deal with it.
[Cut to black.]
[CUE UP: "New World Symphony" by Antonin Dvorak. A second later, the action cuts across the screen in a quick highlight reel recapping the last two years of dominance of "Triple X" Sean Stevens. Of note is his being walked out to the ring on an elaborate throne carried by eight men, kicking the dangling bodies of both Rocko Daymon and Stalker from a third story window, coming down the collapsing side of a cage wall with JA, and, of course, holding up the EPW World Heavyweight Title in glorious victory during the conclusions many of his matches...]
"Dan Ryan called."
[Cut to a shot of "Cocky" Craig Miles sitting in a wheelchair with a brace around his neck...]
CM: He said he would do whatever it takes to square this away as not only a businessman, but an honorable competitor.
[Cut to a shot of Anarky and Beast -- now known as "THE MECCA" Marcus Westcott -- staring at each other in the ring.]
CM V/O: ...you both will fight for the #1 contendership to Shauna Stevens’ EPW World Championship.
[Cut to a shot of Marcus Westcott walking to the ring on the night of Wrestleverse III...]
CM: V/O: In hindsight, Marcus…you COULD have saved me. You COULD have put the grudge aside and stopped some cocaine nosejobbed lunatic from ENDING my career…but you didn’t.
[Cut to the final moments of the match. Both men lie motionless on the mat. Ice Tre pulls Westcott over Anarky. On the stage, Craig Miles, from the confines of his wheelchair, smiles. The three count is made. The contender is determined.]
[Cut to an image of "Triple X" Sean Stevens out for a night on the town, in the finest clothes, escorting a pair of fine young ladies to his cherry-red sportscar. The voice of Marcus Westcott can be heard in the background...]
MW V/O: Sean Stevens? He's not in the EPW driver's seat. He's sitting the back of the limo, enjoying the finer things in life SO much he can't even be bothered to show up.
[Cut to Westcott at his home, during a promo. He continues the statement.]
MW: I'M the guy in the black Hummer that comes along, runs him over, and takes his World Title.
[Cut to Marcus Westcott standing in the middle of the ring at Aggression 46, on the mic...]
MW: I've got a challenge waiting for you, Sean. We all know you like to strut your stuff and tell everyone who'll listen that you're God's gift to professional wrestling, although we all know there's ONE MAN around here you've never been able to beat one on one.
[Cut to the image of the modified EPW steel cage, a black metal hybrid of steel bars and wire mesh, fitted specially to have a roof preventing ANY escape...]
MW V/O: Marcus Westcott vs. Sean Stevens for the EPW World Heavyweight Championship inside a steel cage...
[Cut to EPW World Heavyweight Champion "Triple X" Sean Stevens in the office of Lindsay Troy, feet defiantly propped on her desk.]
SS: I haven't been focused in months. But, I was still good enough to retain my belt, and that's all that matters.
LT: Well, you better get focused really fast, or else Westcott's going to make you the FORMER two-time EPW Champion.
[Stevens scratches his head.]
[Cut to a slow motion shot of Marcus Westcott leaving the ring after a hard-fought win later that night. He's met with a POWERFUL X-Factor as soon as he reaches the entry-way, given first hand by the champion.]
SS V/O: I am your champion, I am your leader, and I am your King. Cherish me, honor me, bow down, and worship the ground that I walk on.
[Cut to the following Aggression. A somewhat banged-up Sean Stevens comes down to the ring following yet another big win for Westcott.]
DT V/O: Will we see a preview of Russian Roulette right here?
[Cut to both men GOING AT IT in the ring, with Westcott winning the exchange.]
MW V/O: And when Russian Roulette is over, I will be the one left standing in that cage! I will be the King of the Cage, just like I've been twice before, Sean, and I... WILL... BE...
Crowd: "WEST-COTT!! WEST-COTT!! WEST-COTT!! WEST-COTT!!"
[As Stevens stands in stunned discourse outside the ring, Marcus Westcott stands tall on the inside, holding the EPW World Heavyweight Title defiantly over his head.
MW V/O: THE EPW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!
[Flashback to earlier in his career, as he hoists the EPW World Heavyweight Title over his head.]
[Fade to black.]
[When the video feed returns, the commentators sit with enthusiasm at the table.]
DT: Russian Roulette has been a very HISTORIC Pay Per View event in the history of Empire Pro, and we may very well see history being made again tonight!
MN: The odds are heavily in Sean Stevens' favor. BEASTcott has a track record of LOSING at this event...
DM: But if you follow another trend, Neels, you'd see that the title has always CHANGED hands at every Russian Roulette!
DT: Will that trend continue tonight? There's no doubt as to where "Triple X" Sean Stevens' abilities lie. He's defended the belt against consistent challengers. But lately, some have said he's been getting SOFT due to his time at the top.
DM: Cocky, even. Stevens even ADMITTED in the promos leading up to this match that he was half-expecting a loss at this point in his career.
MN: Bah, that's just him being merciful. There's NO WAY "The King of the Cage" is going to let himself lose the belt to the Wrestler Formerly Known As BEAST!
DT: You can see the cage itself being suspended now above the ring...
[The camera angle shifts to the rafters, where the cage hangs, suspended by several pulleys. It gets a good look at the structure from a variety of angles...]
DT: The challenger specifically requested this type of cage constructed for this match! It's like a traditional steel cage, but with the roof implemented as though it had the confines of a cell! But there is NO ESCAPING this cell! With walls reinforced with steel bars and mesh fencing, this is a VERY unforgiving environment!
DM: And both men are going to beat the living TAR out of each other once they're trapped inside there! Again, just to review the rules... the only way to win is by pinfall or submission! There are NO DQs or escapes allowed in this match! The official is there to basically do nothing more than make rope breaks, count pinfalls, or look for taps!
MN: How much are we paying those penguins again...?
[Back to the guys at commentary.]
DT: Well, Westcott has disputed that before Sean Stevens laid his claim to the sacred cage, HE was the man known for being dominant within the steel cell! Tonight, the TRUE King of the Cage will stand triumphant at the end of the battle!
DM: And with Tony Fatora standing in the ring, I'd say it's about time we got down to that battle!
[The camera zooms in on Tony, smiling proudly with the mic in hand as he stands in the center of the ring.]
TF: Ladies and gentlemen... welcome to the MAIN EVENT of RUSSIAN ROULETTE 2009!!
[The house lights cut to black, and the fans SQUEAL!! White light washes over the arena as the EmpireTron fades to the image of a snowstorm blowing across the Canadian tundra. For a few moments, nothing but the sound of blowing wind can be heard...]
[CUE UP: "Ladies and Gentlemen" by Saliva. As the introductory guitar riffs play, the audience POPS EXCITEDLY!! Through the blowing gale of snow, we see the form of something seemingly INHUMAN... indecipherable between a winter wolf or a polar bear... but all BEAST.]
"Ladies and gentlemen please
"Would you bring your attention to me
"For a feast for your eyes to see
"An explosion catastrophe!
[The silhouette draws nearer... and the form becomes the MASSIVE FRAME of a man! Emerging through the snow is the fierce gaze of "THE MECCA" MARCUS WESTCOTT as his name scrolls past his image.]
"Like nothing you've ever seen before
"Watch closely as I open this door
"Your jaws will be on the floor
"After this you'll be begging for more!"
[Spotlights transfix upon the entry-way as the curtain tears aside and MARCUS WESTCOTT steps out onto the stage to a BOOMING pop from the fans! He stands there on the ramp for a few moments, letting the audience soak in his entrance, looking good in his black leather tights. All the while he quivers with ferocity as his gaze pans from one end of the arena to the next.]
"Welcome to the show...
"Please come inside!
"Ladies and Gentlemen!"
[As the song reaches its chorus, Westcott pumps both fists in cue with a blast of pyros shooting off both sides of the stage.]
"DO YOU WANT IT?"
"DO YOU NEED IT?
"LET ME HEAR IT!
"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!!"
[The crowd POPS WILDLY as Westcott makes his way down the ramp, slapping hands with the fans leaning eagerly over the guardrail.]
DT: The former World Heavyweight Champion and Empire Pro Legend MARCUS WESTCOTT looks better than ever here tonight!
MN: Which isn't saying much. How exactly did he qualify for a TITLE SHOT again?
DM: He beat Anarky to earn the spot in tonight's main event when Craig Miles threatened to sue our federation on some bogus liability charges. Of course, that victory was heavily credited toward Ice Tre... presumably working under the direction of Miles.
MN: ...so what you're saying is, I have "COCKY" CRAIG MILES to thank for this GOD-AWFUL CHALLENGER to the greatness that is our World Heavyweight Champion? It's like he sent Westcott here to SABOTAGE this Pay Per View event with his black-hole of charisma and bacony Canadian stink!
DT: Listen Mike... regardless of HOW Marcus Westcott came to be here tonight, he is the next man in line for the champion to PROVE HIS WORTH as the icon of this federation!
DM: Westcott is no stranger to being the World Heavyweight Champion, nor is he any stranger to the cage! He may not be walking into the ring tonight with the belt, but there are THOUSANDS of fans across the globe that felt he never lost step as the centerpiece of EPW!
DT: Westcott is looking at this match as his prime opportunity to regain his former glory at the top of the EPW mountain! Could we be on the verge of seeing a SECOND era of Westcott??
MN: By Lord Odin's Raven, Dave, don't dare SPEAK such heresy in my presence! And never again remind me of the DARK AGES of this federation...
[As Westcott comes to the bottom of the ramp, his gaze becomes transfixed on the cage hanging high from the rafters. With a confident smile on his face, he rises to the apron, perches himself upon the turnubuckle, pumps up the fans, and drops to the canvas. As he's stretching against the ropes, his music fades out...]
[...and the lights suddenly cut to black...]
[On the EmpireTron, the silhouette of a man emerges from shadows... and the voice of a gladiator rings out...]
"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!"
[The figure steps forward... and a younger "Triple X" Sean Stevens steps out of the entry-way during his first World Heavyweight Title match at Wrestleverse II.]
[Following this, we get a slow-motion montage of all of Sean Stevens' exploits in his mere three years at the pinnacle of professional wrestling entertainment. He lands an X-Factor on The First. He nails the X-Terminator on JA. He cleans out Rocko Daymon with a Five-Star Frogsplash.]
"THIS BOY WOULD GO ON TO USE THE KNOWLEDGE HE GAINED, WHILE FIGHTING FOR SURVIVAL IN THE STREETS TO BECOME A GREAT LEADER!"
[At the end of the montage, he stands triumphant at the end of Wrestleverse III, holding the EPW World Heavyweight Title over his head.]
"AND IN TIME, THAT BOY WOULD GROW TO BECOME..."
[One final image shows Sean Stevens seated mightily upon a throne, bearing a decorated crown, the World Heavyweight Title, and sitting within the confines of a cage.]
[The EmpireTron goes black and spotlights illuminate the stage. All eyes transfix on the entry-way as the song continues building...]
"Time to ride, n*****!"
[A CTHONIC DISPLAY of PYROTECHNICS SHAKES the arena as EXPLOSIONS light up the stage! The audience is SWAYED with shock and awe as a livid inferno takes up the entire entry-way! Then, to add to everyone's amazement... the entire STAGE begins to SPLIT APART!]
DT: What the hell...?
[Hydraulic lifts cause both sides of the stage to simply slide away off-stage, revealing the entirety of the black curtain cutting off the backstage area, and the rampway meanwhile slides down flat along the concrete floor. Emerging through the black first is a GRILL and SET OF HEADLIGHTS... and everyone watches in STUNNED ASTONISHMENT as a pearl white STRETCH LIMOSUINE pulls into the arena!!]
DM: You gotta be KIDDING ME!!
DT: Never in ALL MY YEARS have I -- oh, would you LOOK AT THAT!!
[The curtains are drawn aside the end part of the vehicle emerges from between the two flaming halves of the stage. The roof has been cut away to make room for a wire-framed dais made of gold, bearing half a dozen bikini-clad supermodels and one marble throne. Upon the seat sits Empire Pro's own "King of the Cage", "TRIPLE X" SEAN STEVENS, elaborate crown held over his long golden locks, World Heavyweight Title proudly displayed on the shoulder, and a custom set of regal Ray Bans that reflect the SUPERNOVA of flash photography now occurring in the arena. As "King Back" by T.I. continues to blare through the PA, the procession upon the limousine slowly makes its way toward the ring.]
[Overhead, pyrotechnics cause fire to rain from the heavens, heralding the arrival of the EPW World Heavyweight Champion.]
*BOOM!! BOOM!! BOOOOMMM!!!*
MN: OH YEAH, the KING IS BACK, baby! Talk about an ENTRANCE!
DT: I am just SHOCKED beyond WORDS right now! What a FLAGRANT display of ego on the part of the champion!
DM: You may be right, Dave... but the fans seem to be eating it up!
[As the limousine stops at the foot of the ring, Stevens boldly rises from his throne, standing for several moments and staring directly at his opponent in the ring while the audience cheers WILDLY all around them! Then, with his entourage of beautiful women in tow, he traverses the top of the vehicle. A pair of ladies hold open the ropes for the champion as he steps inside, his sunglasses never leaving sight of the other man standing in the ring.]
DT: The champion has arrived in style... but Marcus Westcott doesn't look the least bit intimidated!
MN: Audacious peon!
[The champion's female servants tend to his fur-lined cape, crown, and shades and make their exit from the ring. All that is left is the champion in his ring gear, neon blue long tights with black "XXX" motifs on the legs and rear, the World Heavyweight Title, and a brand new 100% cotton "Hail to the KING, Baby!" t-****. As he stares for several moments into the yes of the challenger, a smirk crosses his face. He looks skyward, points to the cage, and motions for it to be brought down.]
[As if swayed by his command, it begins to descend. The fans POP WILDLY!!]
DM: Here it COMES!!
[As it lowers, Stevens hands the belt to senior official Pat Jones as Tony Fatora gets on the mic again.]
TF: Ladies and gentlemen... this contest is an ENCLOSED STEEL CAGE MATCH for the EPW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT TILE!! The winner of this match will be the first man to successfully perform a pinfall, submission, or knock-out!!
[He motions to Westcott.]
TF: Introducing now the competitors in tonight's World Heavyweight Title match! First... THE CHALLENGER... hailing from Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada... he weighs in at 285 pounds, and is the FORMER Empire Pro World Heavyweight Champion... "The ALPHA MALE"... "The APEX PREDATOR"...
HERE IS "THE MECCA"... MMMMMAAAAARRRRCCCUUUUSSSS WWWEEEEESSSSTTTCCCOOOOOTTTTT!!!
[Westcott pumps his fists HIGH into the air as the fans cheer him on! Meanwhile, the steel cage comes into place over the ring. The crew gets to work on fastening it down and making sure it's securely bolted to the ring. Meanwhile, Fatora directs our attention to the champion...]
TF: And his opponent... from Orlando, Florida... weighing in at 243 pounds... he is the EMPIRE PRO WRESTLING WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION...
"The BLUE-EYED BADASS"... "PLANET EARTH'S CHAMPION"... "The KING of the CAGE"...
"TRIPLE X"... SSSSSSEEEEEEEAAAAANNNNN SSSSSSTTTEEEEVVVVEEEENNNSSSSS!!!!!!
[The champion draws a TREMENDOUS, if mixed, reaction from the capacity crowd, and gives them a final opportunity at flash photography as he removes his t-shirt and hands it over to the timekeeper waiting nearby.]
TF: The governing official for this match... Empire Pro Senior Official, Pat Jones!
[Fatora turns off his mic and exits the cage through the single open door. Pat Jones raises the EPW World Heavyweight Title to all four sides of the arena, proudly displaying the stakes of the match to the fans, before handing it over to the timekeeper, who also exits. When it's down to Stevens, Westcott, and the referee alone in the cage, the remaining officials on the outside close the door and seal it with heavy cross-bolts. Jones tests its durability from the inside by kicking it several times. The cage hardly shakes, ensuring that it's properly reinforced.]
DT: We've waited a long time for this match-up, and now it's finally come! Who will be triumphant in the steel cage? EPW's OLD champion or their NEW one?
[Jones checks with Westcott, then the champion, checking both for foreign objects and ensuring everything is squared away.]
DM: Senior official Pat Jones gives the signal to the timekeeper...
SFX: *DING! DING! DING!*
DM: ...and the FIGHT for the EPW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT TITLE is OFFICIALLY UNDERWAY!
DT: Here we go! The challenger steps out of his corner... the champion strides out of his... and both men begin circling in the middle of the cage, looking absolutely PUMPED and ready to go to war!
DM: And would you just look at the champion, SEAN STEVENS! He's STILL talking trash, right to Westcott's face!
MN: No doubt reminding ol' FURBALL of just how LUCKY he is to be in the main event of an Empire Pro Pay Per View once again!
DT: A sneer spreads across the face of the former champion... and both men just COLLIDE into the opening lock-up, and THERE THEY GO!
DM: Stevens and Westcott are simply WRANGLING each other all over that canvas as both men vie for the upper hand! Marcus might have a slight edge in strength with that MASSIVE BUILD of his, but the champion Sean Stevens is implementing some IMPRESSIVE legwork, and he isn't giving the challenger an INCH!!
DT: Westcott with a SNARL as he just SHOVES the champion into the corner! I have no doubt we'd be seeing a bit of the old BEAST come out in that cage!
MN: Hopefully, we'll see some of that old STUPIDITY of his too!
DM: The cunning champion, Sean Stevens, massaging that chiseled chin of his with a smirk as he weighs in on the steaming challenger, Marcus Westcott... and without warning, he POPS FORWARD for ANOTHER lock-up!
MN: Alright, tough guy, let's try that again!
DT: Both of these men are nothing short of FEROCIOUS as they tear into each other with the collar-and-elbow tie-up! Westcott, trying to use that POWER advantage of his once again... but wait, Stevens SIDESTEPS, and quickly catches the challenger with a WRISTLOCK!
DM: Quick thinking on the part of the champ, as he now wrenches the shoulder of Marcus Westcott... but Westcott, not missing a beat, is just as quick to make the REVERSAL!
MN: Damn Canadian technical background!
DT: Westcott's long boasted a perfect balance of strength and wrestling finesse! He wrenches the arm of the champion... but now Stevens, using that SPRY AGILITY of his, FLIPS OUT OF IT, and REVERSES with a SHARP TWIST! The champion threw the challenger over onto his BACK with that one as he kept his hold on Marcus Westcott's wrist!
DM: Stevens quickly transitions to an armbar, and he's got a good GRIP! But Westcott catches him by the left ankle -- and THERE'S THE TRIP!! Stevens hits the mat, but still works that hold on the right arm of the challenger!
DT: Westcott may not have broken free by that trip attempt, but he nevertheless has the leverage on his side! Marcus Westcott, BACK ON HIS FEET -- and the champion SLIPS AWAY before Westcott could make a potentially damaging reversal!
DM: Smart thinking on the part of the champ.
MN: I'd call it BRILLIANT thinking! Sean Stevens is fully INCAPABLE of shooting himself in the foot! That's more than can be said about SOME people in Empire Pro...
DM: Stevens back to his feet, but Westcott PRESSES FORWARD and slaps the champion into a side headlock! Probably not such a good idea...
MN: Oh man, he walked right into that, hook, line, and stinker!
DM: That's "sinker", Mike... now here's Stevens, bracing his heels and reversing with the BACK SUPLEX --
DT: BUT WESTCOTT ROLLED THROUGH and landed on his FEET! Maybe it was STEVENS who walked into the trap!
MN: Ah, baloney! He just threw that Canuck a little too far. They're lighter over there, north of the border, you know...
DM: Westcott going for the hook from behind, and Stevens can't react in time... and he NAILS THE CHAMP WITH THE GERMAN SUPLEX!!
DT: OH MAN, that just put the crowd ON THEIR FEET!!
DM: The champion springs right back to his feet but runs straight into a ROARING POWERSLAM FROM MARCUS WESTCOTT!! GOOD GOD, LOOK AT THAT EXPLOSIVE POWER!!
DT: A TREMENDOUS combination of maneuvers on the part of the challenger, and he immediately hooks the leg for the pin! First attempt in this WORLD TITLE MATCH!
DM: And the World Heavyweight Champ makes a QUICK kickout!
DT: Oh man, I was SURE he was knocked out there for a moment!
MN: Christ, Dave, what program have YOU been watching for the past year? Since when does SEAN FRIGGIN' STEVENS go down within a matter of MINUTES!
DM: No quick win there, but Westcott is nevertheless focused on WINNING!
DT: Westcott, undeterred, rises back to his feet... but here comes Stevens up with him! Stevens with a HARD CHOP TO THE CHEST, knocks "The Mecca" off balance!
MN: Some good ol' fashioned NAITCHA BOIIEEE knife-edge chops, turning that hairy barrel chest of Marcus Westcott's into a nice, rich Canadian bacon pink!
DM: Stop creeping me out, Neels...
DT: Westcott being backed up into the corner now, and Stevens wastes no time going RIGHT INTO HIS MIDSECTION with a series of HARD kicks! Westcott... dropping to the MAT NOW!! Stevens continues STOPPING, not relenting for ANYTHING! He's KICKING A HOLE through the chest of the challenger, Marcus Westcott!
DM: Remember now, it's NO HOLDS BARRED in that sealed cage! Sean Stevens could go ALL NIGHT kicking Marcus Westcott while he's down, because Pat Jones' only job in there is to look for the pin or submission!
MN: Wouldn't be such a bad main event, huh? Just thirty solid minutes of Sean Stevens kicking Marcus Westcott while he's down. By Lord Odin's Raven, just THINKING about it...
DM: Damnit, Neels, I said STOP CREEPING ME OUT.
DT: Westcott is reeling in pain... and now Stevens gains the opportunity to set the right leg onto the bottom rope, and he begins MERCILESSLY STOMPING AWAY at the ankle!
MN: That's right... FOCUS FIRE! You know, the best way a hunter tracks down a BEAST in the wild is by maiming its mobility, and slowing it down!
DM: That could be the strategy sought by Sean Stevens... and now the champion, opting for that right leg and dragging Marcus Westcott to the center of the ring! Stevens... looking for the FIGURE FOUR LEGLOCK on the CHALLENGER --
DT: But Westcott BOOTS him off! He's FIGHTING BACK! Marcus Westcott, rolling over onto his feet... but here comes Stevens with a FLYING FOREARM -- BUT WESTCOTT DUCKS!!
DM: Westcott CATCHES STEVENS into a waistlock... and WHIPS HIM ACROSS THE RING with the RELEASED GERMAN SUPLEX!!
DT: WHAT a COUNTER!
MN: What a CROCK!!
DM: Stevens is scrambling to his feet... but Westcott slips behind him! Westcott taking Stevens by the HAIR and the TIGHTS... running him to the ropes -- AND HE THROWS HIM RIGHT INTO --
DT: GOOD GOD, the WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION was just thrown FACE-FIRST INTO THE WALL of that CHAIN-LINK STEEL CAGE!!
MN: Damnit... only the KING busts the steel cage's cherry!
DM: Stevens is BLEARY-EYED as he drops to the mat... and Westcott is on him IMMEDIATELY, pulling him back to his feet! There's the challenger, with a HARD WHIP on Stevens...
DM: ...AND STEVENS GOES OVER THE ROPES AND HITS THE CAGE!! The World Heavyweight Champion is REELING...
DT: And Westcott doesn't even stop MOVING, just now bouncing off the ROPES -- and nearly DECAPITATES STEVENS with a HUUUGE CLOTHESLINE!!
DM: The challenger is REALLY taking it to Stevens now! He's using the environment to his advantage, and it's putting a toll on the body of the champ! I dare say, he's making a FOOL of the KING in his own damn COURT!
MN: That's BLASPHEMY, Dean... and if the KING heard you say that, you'd be FIRST IN LINE to the guillotine!
DT: Stevens is DAZED ON THE MAT, and here goes Marcus Westcott, hooking BOTH legs for the cover!
Two -- NO! Almost a two count, but Stevens powers out as soon as he can!
DM: Stevens might have taken a beating from that last series of moves, but he's doing a tremendous job of staying alert! As soon as he finds himself in a pin situation, he kicks out without hesitation!
MN: Well hey, Stevens has GREAT conditioning, and it's still early in this match. He might have taken a couple of hard bumps into that cage, but he's HARDLY as banged up as you think he is!
DT: The challenger, nevertheless aggressive, flips Stevens over and scrambles around to slap on a front face-lock! Westcott is SQUEEZING THE LIFE out of the champion with that lower forearm!
MN: Hey, come on, that's a BLATANT CHOKE!
DM: There's nothing the ref can do about it, Neels! But maybe there's something STEVENS can do to help himself! Stevens sets his feet in place... AND COUNTERS WITH A NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX!!
DT: And he BRIDGES for the PIN!
Two! And a quick kickout from Marcus Westcott!
MN: Westcott got LUCKY there...
DT: Both men back to their feet... and here's Marcus, looking for a TAKEDOWN -- but Stevens SPRAWLS on top of him! Westcott, now, trying to bull him into the corner, but Stevens is using that fancy legwork of his to keep the fury of the BEAST at bay!
DM: Great show of agility and footwork on the part of the champion, and that's doing wonders in defending himself against the strength and tenacity of Marcus Westcott!
DT: Westcott's strength, finally gaining some direction, and now Stevens is being backed into the corner... no wait, he hops to the SECOND ROPE -- COUNTERS with a SUNSET FLIP!!
NO!! The champion almost sneaked away with it right there!
MN: There was NOTHING sneaky about that! He ropes Westcott right into that, and it was BEASTcott's dumb luck that got him out of that!
DM: Westcott kicked out, but... the champion kept control of the LEGS!
DT: Oh no, Westcott could be in a REAL predicament here! Stevens is trying to wrangle him closer to the center of the ring! He's going for the FIGURE FOUR again... and this time, he HAS IT!!
MN: Oh YEAH, Sean! Bust that leg in HALF!
DM: Stevens has the famed submission hold locked in place, and Westcott is in EXCRUCIATING pain! We've seen World Titles change hands MANY TIMES in the sport of professional wrestling to this very move!
DT: It's still rather early in this match... and as the camera zooms in on the face of Marcus Westcott through that wire mesh, we can see him GRITTING HIS TEETH to fight off that pain!
DM: The challenger IS a veteran! He's been in this position before, and he knows just how to react! First thing to remember: DON'T PANIC! As long as Westcott ignores that pain, he can take the time to think of a way out!
MN: He isn't thinking ANYTHING right now, Dean! No doubt, the only image going through his mind is that BONE just SNAPPING like a twig! Stevens has that BEAUTIFUL Figure Four locked in tight! Makes me think of the good ol' days when Joey Melton was in his prime!
DT: Westcott, keeping his shoulders off the mat... trying to FAN BACK now and scoot his way to the ropes! Stevens is trying to keep him pinned down, but he can't COMPETE with that HUGE upper torso mass of "The Mecca"!
DM: Westcott's inching CLOSER and CLOSER... and Stevens KNOWS he's going to lose this! Westcott's only a few INCHES away... and he LUNGES for the bottom rope --
DT: NO! HE MISSED IT!!
MN: HA HA!!
DM: And Stevens PULLS HIM BACK to the center of the ring! He went all out there, but Stevens yanked him BACK the moment he lost his positioning on the mat! Marcus Westcott is RIGHT BACK where he started, trapped in a figure four as Sean Stevens MERCILESSLY rends away at that lower leg!
DT: Senior official Pat Jones asking Westcott if he'll tap, but Marcus SHAKES HIS HEAD! He's come TOO FAR to give in now!
Crowd: "WEST-COTT!! WEST-COTT!! WEST-COTT!! WEST-COTT!"
DT: This capacity crowd is getting behind the challenger now... and Westcott's FIGHTING the pain!
MN: NO!! GIVE IN, Marcus! EMBRACE the sweet ripe bosom of defeat!
DM: Westcott's TENSING THE MUSCLES in his leg... and now he's TRYING TO TURN HIMSELF OVER!! He could REVERSE this submission hold right here if he successfully flips himself over with his legs tangled in the Figure Four!
DT: Stevens FIGHTING IT... but Westcott is TOO STRONG!! WESTCOTT REVERSES!!
DT: Sean Stevens is LOUDLY GROANING in PAIN, and he FINALLY RELEASES his hold on the legs of the challenger, "The Mecca" Marcus Westcott!
DM: The champion is quick to roll up off the mat... but Westcott's a bit slower to get up! I don't blame him, after taking that kind of punishment to his leg!
MN: Oh, believe me... the punishment hasn't even BEGUN yet!
DT: Stevens advancing, and Westcott isn't even on his feet... he tries to boot the champion away, but Sean grabs him by both boots, and now he's trying to DRAG HIM back out to the center of the ring!
DM: And Westcott says... HELL NO!! BIG SHOVE with both feet, and Stevens FLOPS over to his back! Westcott, using the ropes to get up -- but Stevens SPRINGS RIGHT BACK ONTO HIS FEET!
MN: TEXTBOOK STEVENS!!
DT: Westcott back up -- GETS HIT with a BOOT to the gut -- OH NO!! PUT RIGHT DOWN with a SWINGING NECKBREAKER from the champion!
DM: That leaves Westcott stunned on the mat! The champ REALLY connected the back of the head over his shoulder!
MN: The kind of precision you see only in the BEST...
DT: Stevens back to his feet now... getting a little PAYBACK as he stomps away at the face and chest of Marcus Westcott like he were a DOG!
MN: Well, he IS mangy...
DM: Here goes Stevens into the ropes... NAILS the jumping elbow drop right across the sternum of Marcus Westcott!
DT: And he hooks BOTH LEGS going for the COVER!
Westcott POWERS out! Not gonna get him with THAT one!
MN: Well, the ref took a second to get there...
DM: Stevens doesn't break stride, getting back to his feet and bringing the dazed Marcus Westcott up with him. There's the KNEE STRIKE to the gut to double the challenger over...
DT: The champion, with a standing head scissor on Westcott! Plants his feet and lands a SNAP POWERBOMB -- AND TRANSITIONS RIGHT INTO A JACKNIFE PIN!!
NO!! Westcott AGAIN shoves the champion off with that powerful strength, and shows that it's going to take a lot more than that to keep him down!
DM: I think the champion still has a bit more up his sleeve, though! He's got Marcus Westcott up again already, and the challenger can hardly catch his BREATH at this point!
DT: Stevens has Westcott by the NAPE!!
MN: OH YEAH!!
DM: He RAMMED HIM RIGHT INTO THE CAGE!!
DT: Westcott reeling on his feet, holding his face... and here comes Stevens from behind with THE ROLL-UP!!
NO!! ANOTHER strong kickout made by the challenger! He STILL survives!
MN: He can linger in there for as long as he wants, cause right now, I couldn't be any HAPPIER watching the champion work his magic!
DM: What's important to note is that while Westcott is kicking out of every pin attempt, Stevens controlled his lower body with EVERY one, forcing him to USE UP a lot of that important energy in his back and legs! The champion NEEDS to impair his opponent any way he can if he hopes to successfully keep the BEAST at bay!
MN: And that's from our EXPERT on pro wrestling, Dave!
DT: "The Mecca" Marcus Westcott came into this match with all the fire, strength, and passion one would need to topple the mighty "Triple X" Sean Stevens... but right now, it looks like Stevens is counter-acting that tenacity with a good deal of strategic wrestling, setting the pace of this match into one that favors Empire Pro's own "King of the Cage!"
DM: With every kick out, you're seeing more and more emotion build up in the face of Marcus Westcott, and this crowd is SERIOUSLY starting to get behind him now! He's getting the drive to fight on, but STILL, Sean Stevens has control of him! The champ, with the BUTTERFLY LOCK... going for the DOUBLE-UNDERHOOK SUPLEX --
DT: But Westcott SANDBAGS IT! Westcott, makes the REVERSAL with the ARMS STILL LOCKED... and he ends up ON TOP OF THE CHAMPION as his SHOULDERS HIT THE MAT!!
DM: AMAZING show of dexterity, strength, and prowess on the part of Stevens as he PRESSES HIMSELF off the mat with his ARMS LOCKED and MARCUS WESTCOTT right on top!
MN: He sure knows how to put on a show, huh?
DT: A bit TOO showy, if you ask me... but now it's a challenge of STRENGTH as Westcott POWERS over and twists Sean Stevens back into position! Now it's STEVENS trapped in the butterfly lock, and Westcott... GOES FOR THE DOUBLE-UNDERHOOK SUPLEX!!
DM: AND HE NAILS IT!!
MN: Bah... talk about ruining a great moment.
DT: Tell that to these FANS, Mike!
MN: Dave, we're in ST. LOUIS!! These people know NOTHING about good athletes! I mean, they look up to the friggin' Rams! The RAMS, Dave!!
DM: Well, we're watching a whole different ball game here right now in that sealed steel cage! Marcus Westcott takes a second to shake off the beating given to him earlier by the champion... but here comes Stevens back to his feet in the meantime! The champion, runs off the ropes...
DT: ...and here's WESTCOTT with a RAGING CLOTHESLINE out of NOWHERE -- OH MAN!! Stevens BARELY ducked it!
MN: Fashionably late...
DM: Stevens on the rebound now... wait, NO!! DROPPED RIGHT INTO A SPINEBUSTER BY "THE MECCA"!! Marcus Westcott JUMPS to his feet and he's ROARING at the crowd, and they're ROARING back!
MN: Like a disobedient mutt, yapping away in his cage...
DT: You better watch what you say, Mike, because if Marcus Westcott keeps up THIS pace, you could be seeing a new CHAMPION before this night is through!
MN: Dave, PLEASE... regardless of whether or not Marcus BEASTcott walks out of that cage the winner or not, "Triple X" Sean Stevens IS and WILL ALWAYS BE this federation's one, true champion!
DM: That champion is right lying dazed on his back... and the challenger wastes no time going for the mount over the chest, and Marcus Westcott FEROCIOUSLY blasts into the face of Sean Stevens with a BARRAGE of fists!!
DT: There's NOWHERE for Stevens to go, and he is being literally POUNDED in the middle of the ring!
MN: Not so fast!
DM: Wait a sec... Stevens uses his legs to hook Wesctott's ARMS --
DT: Right into the ROLL UP!!
Westcott KICKS OUT!! He wasn't gonna be fooled by that one!
MN: DAMN... I thought he had it!
DM: Stevens controls the legs, and Westcott can't get up! Wait... another submission attempt!
DT: Oh no, Stevens is looking for a BOSTON CRAB! Westcott trying to FIGHT IT, but the champion's already got the leg over!
MN: Just when you think you've gotten away... he REELS you right back in!
DM: Does he got him? ...I think HE DOES!! Yes, WESTCOTT GOES OVER, and if you ask me, given that elevated hyper-extension, it looks as though Stevens has a LIONTAMER -- or rather, THE WALLS OF JERICHOHOLIC -- applied instead of a standard crab!
MN: Man, haven't seen Stevens whip this one out in FOREVER! Look at Westcott try to SQUIRM FREE!
DT: The challenger, finding himself in another submission predicament, and this time, he isn't ANYWHERE near the ropes! But he is INDEED fighting this elevated crab hold!
DM: If anything, the struggle will negate the pain he's feeling...
MN: Weren't you the one that said the first thing to remember when you're in a submission hold is "Don't panic"?
DM: Look, there's a difference between "panic" and "react"... and if you measure the reaction of Marcus Westcott right now, you'd see what's going through his head.
MN: Besides "Ouch, ouch, my spine"?
DT: Westcott, pressing down on the mat... I think he's trying to POWER OUT!!
DM: Can he make it?!
MN: Pff... NO!
DT: Westcott DIGGING DEEP... and it looks like Stevens is having a HARD TIME managing that grip!
Crowd: "WEST-COTT!! WEST-COTT!! WEST-COTT!! WEST-COTT!!"
DM: He's using a TREMENDOUS amount of that lower body strength now, but he really doesn't have a choice! It's sink or swim!
MN: And how well you think he's gonna swim with a broken back?
DT: Stevens STRAINING, but Westcott...
WESTCOTT BREAKS FREE!! Oh man, Stevens is sent SPRAWLING to the canvas as the challenger HEROICALLY breaks out of the Walls of Jerichoholic!
DM: Man, I ALMOST didn't think he had enough left in him!
MN: Well, he might have MAGICALLY busted out of that... but if he did have that much left in him to get there, then I can guarantee he doesn't have any more! Look at him! He can barely GET UP!
DT: Westcott visibly SLOW as he rises, and with the help of the ropes... and the champion nimbly gets back to his feet, and advances again!
DM: The challenger needs to recover, but there's nowhere to run and nowhere to hide in the steel cage!
MN: And that's something we can ALL be thankful for!
DT: Stevens back on his feet, and Westcott is too hurt to get to his own... the World Heavyweight Champion, now, STOMPING Marcus Westcott while he's down!
DM: Westcott's in a real predicament now! He's flat on his back, hurt beyond all belief, and now -- OH WAIT, HE CAUGHT STEVENS BY THE LEG!! Westcott TRIPS STEVENS TO THE MAT!!
MN: What the HELL?!
DT: Stevens is too SURPRISED to even REACT! Westcott slaps on a SIDE LEGSCISSOR!!
DM: HA!! Looks like the challenger's willing to play the submission approach as well!
MN: What is this bumbling idiot DOING?! He's RIGHT NEXT to the ropes!
DT: Stevens takes ahold of the bottom rope, but Westcott's a bit reluctant to break that hold right away!
DM: Pat Jones giving him the warning count now... one... two... three... and he releases!
MN: Just what was the point of THAT?!
DM: He slowed Stevens just a bit, and at the same time gave himself an opportunity to catch his breath! Look now... Westcott, using the ropes, quickly PULLING himself to his feet, and Stevens rises to a limp! Stevens looking HOT!!
DT: Emotions are running high, and the champion has nearly SNAPPED at this point! He POUNCES upon Marcus Westcott -- WESTCOTT REVERSES WITH THE BACK BODY DROP --
DT: OH GOD, OVER THE ROPES AND RIGHT INTO THE STEEL CAGE!! The World Heavyweight Champ just landed in a HEAP between the ropes and the cage wall!
MN: Of ALL the DUMB LUCK...!!
DM: What a REMARKABLE TURNAROUND made by the champion! It looked like he was quickly LOSING it there for a few minutes, but in just a single EXPLOSIVE act, tears right back into this competitive match!
DT: Stevens is using the cage wall and the ropes to get back to standing, but he's caught in a fairly narrow space! And Westcott's WAITING FOR HIM!
MN: Oh no... LOOK OUT, SEAN!!
DM: Westcott CHARGING FORWARD along the ropes -- OH!! Stevens BARELY ducked the short-arm lariat attempt by the challenger! Westcott turning around now -- but here's THE CHAMPION, grabbing that cage wall and LIFTING OFF -- no, SPRING-BOARDING OFF THE ROPES -- RIGHT INTO A MOONSAULT!!
DT: But WESTCOTT CATCHES HIM!! HE PLUCKED HIM RIGHT OUT OF THE AIR!!
MN: Man, that would have been SO MUCH MORE entertaining if Sean had landed that simply AMAZING move!
DT: Flashy though it was, Stevens is about to PAY for his mistake as he hangs struggling over the massive shoulder of Marcus Westcott! And now the challenger is looking for some DISTANCE!!
MN: Come on, PUT HIM DOWN!
DM: Westcott CHARGING FORWARD with a RUNNING POWERSLAM -- NO!! He HITS THE BRAKES and just TOSSES HIM OFF --
DT: MY GOD, what a VIOLENT ROCKET LAUNCHER into the CAGE WALL!! Marcus Westcott is just MANHANDLING the champion in that ring!
DM: And using that unforgiving environment to his advantage! Westcott seems intent on proving that Sean Stevens isn't the ONLY cage aficionado in Empire Pro.
MN: How DARE he try and upstage the KING!
DT: Westcott drags the limp body of Stevens back through the ropes... and he goes for the COVER! THIS COULD BE IT!!
NO!! Stevens made the kickout!
DM: I was almost worried the champ blacked out there for a moment! It looked as though he went HEAD FIRST into that steel wall, and could have potentially suffered a concussion!
MN: All in a day's work for being the VERY BEST in this industry. It might have LOOKED like he was in danger, but I assure you, he was WELL protected. Sean Stevens knows how to create DRAMA...
DT: Here's Westcott, stripping the champion off the mat... slaps on what looks like an inverted hammerlock -- AND LIFTS HIM OFF HIS FEET with a BEARHUG!! Wow, if that's an act job, then Sean Stevens deserves the OSCAR, as his face contorts in pain under the strain of that innovated submission hold!
DM: Westcott hasn't forgotten his own submission game, and you seem him there mixing a bit of his technical background with his brute strength advantage! He controls the champion's dominant arm, and at the same time, literally SQUEEZES the life out of him as Sean Stevens is trapped in those big Canadian pythons!
MN: I'm telling you... he's selling it perfectly right now.
DM: You HOPE he is, anyway!
DT: Stevens is refusing to tap... but I think Westcott's got something ELSE in mind now! He's leading the champ over to the corner... and RAMS HIM IN THERE BACK-FIRST!!
DT: The champion appears to be favoring that shoulder as he tries to climb back through the ropes... and already, Westcott is upon him, bringing him through the rest of the way! There's the BIG FOREARM across the back of the neck to leave the World Heavyweight Champ stunned on his feet!
DM: Westcott's gonna look to follow through here... and HE DOES!! Lifting the champ up with A POWEBOMB -- OH WAIT!! Stevens is STUCK in mid-air!
MN: He caught the TOP OF THE CAGE!! HA!! THERE'S using your environment to your advantage!
DT: Marcus Westcott is trying to tear Stevens down, but the champion has a DEATH GRIP on that steel mesh lid! The challenger can't bring him down and complete the powerbomb!
DM: Wait a second... Stevens tensing his LEGS, and I think he's got a hold of WESTCOTT'S HEAD!!
MN: You're damn RIGHT, he does! "Triple X" Sean Stevens has a hold of EVERYBODY'S HEAD!
DT: Wait a sec... Stevens RELEASES -- goes RIGHT INTO A VICTORY ROLL with the CHALLENGER'S SHOULDERS ON THE MAT!!
NO!! Westcott POWERS OUT, ROLLS UP, and now STEVENS' SHOULDERS ARE DOWN!!
MN: Oh, that was BARELY two and a half, Dave...
DM: Westcott's You can see the strain on his face, though! Stevens is forcing him to use those legs on every kickout, and eventually, that's going to take a toll on the power game of the challenger.
MN: It's like there's a ticking time-bomb in his lower back!
DT: Westcott feeling the burn, but up to this point, he's fought his way through every challenge and remained strong! Now, he DOMINATES this match, and no matter what the champion tries in order to regain the momentum, Westcott's kept at least one step ahead of him!
MN: Time to play catch-up...
DM: Here's Stevens back on his feet, and he meets Westcott... going for a BOOT TO THE -- OH NO, it was CAUGHT by Marcus Westcott! Look for the ENZIGURI here -- NO!! Westcott SPINS HIM AROUND before he can react... slaps on the Full-Nelson -- AND FOLLOWS THROUGH WITH A DRAGON SUPLEX --
DT: OH GOD, THE CARNAGE!! FULL-NELSON SUPLEX by WESTCOTT into the STEEL CAGE!! The champion SEAN STEVENS is nothing short of a TANGLED MESS between the ropes and the cage wall!
DM: What a BRUTAL DISPLAY of RAW POWER!! Westcott, not wasting ANY TIME, catches the champ by the leg, and I think he's going for the cover! I don't think Stevens is coming back from THAT...
MN: Come on, Sean!
DT: Marcus Westcott HOOKING THE LEGS...
THR -- NO!! KICKOUT MADE by SEAN STEVENS!!
MN: HA HA!! I KNEW it!
DM: Only temporary disappointment on the face of Marcus Wescott now, as he bring Stevens back to his feet... but wait, here comes WESTCOTT -- OH NO, Stevens YANKS HIM BY THE TIGHTS --
DM: And WESTCOTT JUST WENT HEAD-FIRST THROUGH THE ROPES INTO THE CAGE WALL!!
DT: OH MAN!! A DESPERATE COUNTER by the champion might cut this dominant offense of the challenger short!
MN: Nothing desperate about that move, Dave! Marcus Westcott was stupid enough to defiantly walk right up to the KING of the CAGE without protecting himself, and he paid the price for it!
DM: Westcott, shaking his head, trying to get himself back into it... but Stevens has him BY THE LEGS, and he's dragging him back to the center of the ring!
DT: Oh no, not ANOTHER SUBMISSION ATTEMPT!!
MN: Yes, YES!!
DT: What's he going for here?!
DM: Westcott, still too stunned to fight back... and Stevens crosses his legs over, looking for A CLOVERLEAF!! And he LOCKS IT IN!!
DT: Oh man, and WHAT a Cloverleaf it is! That extension, and the leg over the back of the head... "The Mecca" Marcus Westcott is in a SERIOUS amount of pain now! And if you ask me, that doesn't look like any REGULAR Cloverleaf!
MN: No sir, that is the TACOMA CLOVERLEAF, courtesy of Rocko Daymon! And given the number Sean's done on Furball's lower end through this entire match, I don't think it will be long before he taps!
DM: I seem to be noticing a pattern here! Right now, Stevens is going for the favored submission hold of his old rival, Rocko Daymon! And earlier in this match, he tried both the figure four leglock and the Liontamer!
DT: The finishers of Joey Melton and Jerichoholic Anonymous respectively! I think you're RIGHT, Dean! "Triple X" Sean Stevens is dishing out the finishers of former Empire Pro World Heavyweight Champions!
MN: More specifically... the champions that SEAN STEVENS has PERSONALLY OVERCOME! You can expect after BEASTcott finally gives in to THIS one, he can tack on the JUDAS CRADLE to his repertoire!
DT: I don't know if I should call this strategy smart thinking or flagrantly audacious... but however you look at it, it's doing a number on Marcus Westcott, as he now struggles against the TWISTING PAIN deep in his lower back and legs!
DM: At the same time, it gives the champion a moment to rest up! He took a HELLACIOUS BEATING at the hands of the challenger! In fact, I see a few of those long golden locks on the back of his head turning RED!
MN: Oh damn, it's GINGERITIS!! QUICK!! Get me some TANNING LOTION and SILLY PUTTY... STAT!
DT: Or he could just be bleeding from the cut on the back of the head sustained from one of the many times he's been driven into the walls of that cage!
MN: My God, the champ's HEAD IS SPLIT OPEN!! Somebody, get that damn cage off of there! Call an ambulance!
DM: I don't think anybody's gonna buy that one, Neels... but in the meantime, the champion's grip on the legs of Marcus Westcott have NOT faltered! Westcott CONTINUES to refuse to submit, but the pain hasn't subsided a BIT!
Crowd: "WEST-COTT!! WEST-COTT!! WEST-COTT!! WEST-COTT!!"
DT: Is he going to break out AGAIN?!
MN: There's NO WAY...
DM: I might have to agree with Neels on that one, Dave! Westcott had a harm time as it was just breaking out of the Walls of Jerichoholic he was caught in earlier. In that time, he's continued to use up his lower body strength, and I just DON'T think he has it in him to power out of yet another submission hold!
DT: Well, while the two of you might have lost your faith in the abilities of one of this federation's most ESTEEMED former champions... these FANS certainly haven't! This capacity crowd is trying to rally behind the challenger now, and Westcott is DIGGING DEEP!!
MN: Come on, just TAP OUT and let us all go home!
DM: Westcott's gotta work under an INCREDIBLE amount of physical duress right now! Nevertheless, he SHAKES HIS HEAD as Pat Jones practically BEGS him to tap out...
DT: DON'T TAP, MARCUS!! YOU'VE COME TOO FAR!!
DM: Westcott REACHING OUT... this COULD BE IT...
NO!! HE GRABS STEVENS by the LEG pressing down over the back of his head!
MN: Hey, HEY!! HE CAN'T DO THAT!!
DT: AND WESTCOTT JUST BREAKS FREE!! He SWEPT STEVENS TO THE MAT when the champion LEAST EXPECTED IT!!
DM: Stevens thought he had it WON there, and perhaps that caused him to let down his guard! That was one fluid TWISTING motion that caused him to break free of that Cloverleaf lock, but no doubt, it came at a PRICE!!
MN: Oh yeah... somebody BETTER pay for that!
DT: Westcott still bears the expression of TREMENDOUS PAIN, and is slow to get to his feet! Stevens up, and... remarkably CALM!
MN: That's right! He can smell the end of this coming!
DM: Stevens is getting some distance now... he's just WAITING for Westcott to rise... and now he's LOADING UP THE BOOT!!
MN: OH YEAH!! He's MADE THE MEASUREMENTS!! He's CALCULATED the EQUATION!! He carried the three and found the exponent... but all that's left now is that random variable! More specifically, THE X-FACTOR!!
DM: ...you must have been on the Math team in High School, Neels...
MN: How did you KNOW?!
DT: Westcott almost up now... and Stevens is just STALKING him! I don't think Marcus even knows what he's about to FACE! He's going to get his HEAD KICKED RIGHT OFF!!
DM: Westcott... ON HIS FEET... here comes STEVENS with THE X-FACTOR!!!
DT: WESTCOTT DUCKED!!
DT: AND STEVENS JUST KICKED THE WALL OF THE STEEL CAGE!! The champion on the MAT, clutching his leg in PAIN!! Marcus Westcott's lightning-fast reflexes helped him dodge a SERIOUSLY FATAL bullet, and now he's got the chance to regain control of the match!
DM: Westcott knows it's all or nothing now! He sees Stevens clutching the leg, and he knows what he has to go for! Westcott LIMPS over to the champion... and he takes him by the legs! He's going for the Nagata lock... AND HE BRIDGES OVER!!
DT: IT'S THE JUDAS CRADLE!! MARCUS WESTCOTT HAS STEVENS LOCKED IN THAT INESCAPABLE SUBMISSION HOLD!! HE'S ON THE VERGE OF RETAKING THE TITLE!!
MN: OH MAN, NO WAY!!
DM: Wait a second... Marcus couldn't bridge all the way! Look at his FACE! I think Stevens is FIGHTING that hold, and Westcott just doesn't have enough left in him to keep the lock in place!
MN: Yes, YES!!!
DT: Harrowing predicament for BOTH men now! Westcott needs to bridge back all the way in order to put that hold into maximum effect, but Sean Stevens is FIGHTING FOR DEAR LIFE!!
DM: The champion might have done too much to the lower body of Marcus Westcott with the numerous submission holds he's attempted! Westcott... is LOSING IT!!
DT: NO!! Westcott TRYING TO HANG ON...
AND STEVENS BREAKS FREE!! SEAN STEVENS BROKE OUT OF THE JUDAS CRADLE!!
MN: WOO-HOO!!! He's STILL IN IT!!
DM: Westcott is undeterred... here he comes again, taking the legs of an exhausted Sean Stevens, and WRAPPING THEM AGAIN into the NAGATA LOCK... but now he's trouble getting himself over the whole way!
DT: Stevens is FIGHTING IT AGAIN!! The champion is showing a bit of his OWN never-say-die attitude in the ring tonight! And Westcott is trying with EVERYTHING HE HAS to sink the hold in and finish him off, but there's just been too much PUNISHMENT inflicted on his legs and lower back through the course of this match!
DM: He doesn't have the lower body strength to finish him off with the Judas Cradle! That may have been Stevens' agenda from the get-go... to use all the favored submission holds of his defeated opponents as a means of taking out Marcus Westcott's own submission game!
MN: Brilliant wrestling strategy, if you ask me!
DT: But Marcus Westcott hasn't given up yet! He knows this is the BEST CHANCE HE'LL HAVE to put this one away!
MN: Forget it! You've FAILED! Go back home to Canada, where being SECOND BEST is acceptable!
DM: Westcott trying to WORK HIS WAY AROUND...
NO!! STEVENS BREAKS FREE!! Westcott's legs buckle, and he SPRAWLS TO THE MAT!!
DT: DAMNIT... he was SO CLOSE!! Both men are left lying on the mat, too exhausted to even STAND at this point! How long has this war waged on? What toll has it taken on their bodies? And most importantly, after coming this far, who has it IN HIM to go that extra mile?
MN: As if you really needed to ASK at this point...
DM: Stevens starting to rise... Westcott, attempting to, but he's too shaky in the legs! They must feel like RUBBER at this point! The challenger, now, crawling to the ropes and trying to use them to get to his feet... but STEVENS HAS HIM!!
MN: Time to END THIS!!
DT: The champion is setting the challenger up in the middle of the ring! I think he's got ONE MORE submission on his mind! He's crossing the legs over... he's going for THE SHARPSHOOTER!!
DM: By God, a SHARPSHOOTER on a CANADIAN?! If we were north of the border, these fans would be RIOTING!!
MN: I can't think of anything else on this world that makes me HAPPIER than watching a Canuck tap to should RIGHTFULLY be called the SCORPION DEATHLOCK!!
DT: Stevens has Westcott set... TURNS HIM OVER... AND THERE'S THE BRIDGE!! That's no Sharpshooter, that's LINDSAY TROY'S DYNASTIC CYCLE!!! MY GOD, LOOK AT THE ATHLETICISM OF THE CHAMPION!!
DM: That's a technique I thought only LINDSAY HERSELF could pull off in this industry!
MN: Sean Stevens is like the SHANG TSUNG of professional wrestling! He can use EVERYBODY'S moves!
DT: Marcus Westcott is in UNFATHOMABLE PAIN!! He is just SIMPLY SCREAMING IN AGONY RIGHT NOW!!
DM: Senior Official Pat Jones on his knees, close to the challenger's face... he's LITERALLY BEGGING HIM to TAP!! You KNOW when the referee WANTS to just END THIS for YOUR SAKE, you're in a BAD POSITION!!
DT: The eyes of "The Mecca" Marcus Westcott are WIDE OPEN and practically ON FIRE!! If he doesn't TAP, then how much further will he go before it's LIGHTS OUT!!
MN: FLAWLESS VICTORY!!
Crowd: "WEST-COTT!! WEST-COTT!! WEST-COTT!! WEST-COTT!!"
DM: I don't know HOW Westcott can hang on at this point... wait a second, he's REACHING OUT!!
MN: FINISH HIM!!
DT: PLEASE, MARCUS, DON'T TAP!!!
It... IT GOES LIMP!!
DM: Looks like his eyes just rolled back into his head! He could be UNCONSCIOUS... but I can't tell!
MN: Ring the bell, Jones, come on!
DT: Pat Jones first has to determine if Westcott is UNRESPONSIVE!! Stevens practically BARKING at the referee, telling him how to do his job!
MN: Come on, MOVE IT!
DM: Jones holds Westcott's arm over the mat by the wrist...
MN: That's ONE!!
DT: Come on, Marcus, FIGHT BACK!!
DM: Jones holding that arm out again...
IT HITS THE MAT A SECOND TIME!!
MN: One more to go, and Stevens walks out of the cage the WINNER!!
Crowd: "WEST-COTT!! WEST-COTT!! WEST-COTT!! WEST-COTT!!"
DT: YOU CAN DO IT, WESTCOTT!!
DM: Pat Jones, lifting that arm up again...
DT: AND WESTCOTT JUST COMES BURSTING RIGHT OUT OF THE SHARPSHOOTER!! HE WASN'T UNCONSCIOUS AT ALL!!
DM: HE WAS PLAYING OLD-SCHOOL POSSUM!! Sean Stevens LET HIS GUARD DOWN when he thought Westcott was OUT COLD!!
MN: I can't believe it! That hoser's got BATTERIES up his backside, or something!
DT: "The MECCA" Marcus Westcott is ON HIS KNEES and ROARING!! But here comes an angered "Triple X" Sean Stevens from BEHIND!
LIFTING HIM UP FOR THE X-TERMINATOR --
DM: WESTCOTT SLIPPED OUT!!
MN: What the HELL?!
DT: Westcott with the chance to CAPITALIZE!! He takes the champion, Sean Stevens, by the arm... going for the PUMPHANDLE LIFT -- into THE ABSOLUTION 2K4!!!
DM: HIS LEGS BUCKLED!! HE DIDN'T HAVE ENOUGH STRENGTH LEFT IN HIS LEGS... and instead of SEALING THE DEAL, Westcott DROPS Stevens... and now the champ has a moment to regroup!
DT: No, LOOK OUT, MARCUS!!
DM: Westcott up to his feet -- TURNS RIGHT INTO AN X-FACTOR FROM THE CHAMPION!! SEAN STEVENS JUST KNOCKED HIM RIGHT INTO NEXT TUESDAY!!
DT: G*DDAMNIT, NO, HE WAS SO CLOSE!!!
MN: And THAT'S ALL, folks! Well guys, it was a great night, we saw some good matches... and what a way to finish things off, huh?!
DM: The match isn't even OVER yet, Neels!
DT: Here's Stevens with the COVER...
WESTCOTT KICKED OUT!! MY GOD, I DON'T BELIEVE IT, HE KICKED OUT!!
MN: Wait, WHAT?!
DM: What TREMENDOUS SURVIVABILITY on the part of the challenger! He took a straight SUPERKICK to the head and STILL managed to get his shoulder off the mat!
MN: Obviously, Pat Jones is DRAGGING THE COUNTS OUT! But hey, no problem! Stevens was prepared for this! He even said this week he expected Westcott to kick out of the X-Factor! And now he's just gonna pick him up and KEEP KICKING HIM until he learns to stay down!
DT: Stevens getting Westcott up... and Westcott can hardly STAND! Wait a second, NOT AGAIN!!
DM: TOO LATE!! STEVENS WITH X-FACTOR NUMBER TWO!! Westcott VIOLENTLY SPRAWLS ACROSS THE MAT!!
MN: And STAY DOWN!!
DT: ...but Marcus Westcott WILL NOT stay down! ALREADY, he's trying to get up!
DM: My God, he probably has no idea where he is...
DT: Stevens pushing Westcott back to the mat, and HOOKING BOTH LEGS for the COVER...
WESTCOTT POWERS OUT!! MY GOD, HE'S JUST KICKED OUT OF TWO CONSECUTIVE SUPERKICKS!!
DM: What is keeping this man GOING?!
DT: I have NO IDEA, but Stevens is beginning to show his FRUSTRATION NOW!!
MN: You'd be pretty pissed off TOO if you just plugged this guy in the head TWICE and he keeps getting up, completely DESTROYING your image!
DT: Westcott BACK ON HIS FEET... and Stevens steps up... FOR A THIRD X-FACTOR!! MY GOD!! Westcott HITS THE MAT... and POPS RIGHT BACK TO HIS FEET!!
MN: WHAT THE HELL -- ?!
DM: By Jove, he's like some sort of CANADIAN SUPERMAN!!!
DT: Westcott ON HIS FEET as though nothing even hit him, shaking his head and GRAVELY staring holes into the champion, Sean Stevens, who stands there completely DUMBSTRUCK!! The BEAST is AWAKENED in Marcus Westcott!!
MN: Oh CRAP!! REVENGE OF FURBALL!!
DM: Stevens GOING FOR ANOTHER X-FACTOR... but WESTCOTT JUST CATCHES HIM BY THE FOOT and stops him DEAD IN HIS TRACKS!!
MN: That's not good...
DT: Westcott REELS STEVENS IN -- RIGHT INTO THE ABSOLUTION TWO-KAY-FOUR!! HE NAILED IT!!
DM: WHAT A TREMENDOUS REVERSAL by Westcott, and CRUCIAL, given how late it is in this match!
DT: Westcott NAILED THE FINISHER, and MAKES THE COVER!! THIS IS IT!!
THREE -- !!!
DM: STEVENS KICKS OUT!! Pat Jones was at TWO POINT NINE, but the champion KICKED OUT at the VERY LAST SECOND!!
MN: OH YEAH!! THAT'S what I'M talkin' about!!
DT: Marcus Westcott CAN'T BELIEVE IT!! What does it TAKE to keep down someone like the EPW World Heavyweight Champion, "Triple X" Sean Stevens?!
MN: He's the VERY BEST IN THE INDUSTRY, Dave, and he's showing it here tonight!
DM: But Marcus Westcott is intent on proving that wrong! Westcott is ready to go that extra mile! He brings Sean Stevens back to his feet... looks into the crowd... and he points to the TURNBUCKLE!!
DT: And THEY WANT IT!! ABSOLUTION 2K4 FROM THE TOP ROPE!!
MN: Oh, screw their opinion!
DM: Westcott now, leading Stevens to the turnbuckle... now the former champ going up top! Hooks Stevens' arm... and there's THE PUMPHANDLE LIFT!
DT: HE'S GOT HIM IN PLACE...
... BUT STEVENS IS FIGHTING IT!!
MN: YES!! FIGHT, SEAN!! SHOW 'EM WHO THE KING IS!!
DM: Stevens is GRIPPING THE CAGE CEILING!! Westcott CAN'T PRY HIM DOWN FOR EVERYTHING, and now the champion's trying to SHAKE HIM OFF!!
DT: AND HE DOES!! Westcott is sent CRASHING TO THE MAT!!
MN: Come on, Sean, PUT THIS ONE AWAY!!
DM: Stevens, readjusting himself on the top rope, and meanwhile, Westcott powers up to his feet... Westcott turning around -- AND HERE'S STEVENS OFF THE TOP WITH A MISSILE DROPKICK --
DT: AND THE CHAMPION JUST GETS BATTED OUT OF THE AIR WITH A HUGE GOOOOOORRRREEE FROM THE CHALLENGER!!! Marcus Westcott just EXPLODED OUT OF NOWHERE with that move, and Sean Stevens is lying prone on the mat like he just got ran over by a BUS!!
DM: Westcott KNOWS HE'S GOT IT NOW!! He walks over to Stevens and gets him to his --
DT: STEVENS WITH A SMALL PACKAGE OUT OF NOWHERE!!
NO!!! WESTCOTT KICKED OUT IN THE NICK OF TIME!! I thought FOR SURE Stevens was about to steal it right out from under him!
DM: Both men scrambling to their feet! Westcott NEEDS to make a move here!
MN: COME ON, SEAN!!
DM: Stevens POPPING UP TO HIS FEET --
DT: X-FACTOR FROM STEVENS!! G*DDAMNIT, LIKE A BULLET RIGHT OUT OF THE DARK --
DM: And WESTCOTT BOUNCES RIGHT OFF THE CAGE like a PINBALL -- right back INTO STEVENS!!
DT: AND STEVENS NAILS THE X-TERMINATOR!!!
SFX: *...utter silence...*
DT: ...JESUS CHRIST, talk about a GRAND SLAM of FINISHERS!! Both men now lying MOTIONLESS on the mat as the CALM finally sets in after this all-out WAR within the cage!
MN: The champ is beginning to STIR! Come on, Sean, it's been a long night, but all you have to do is put your arm over his chest, and we can call it a night!
DM: Stevens ROLLING OVER now... DRAGGING HIMSELF inch by agonizing inch across the canvas! He needs to FINISH THIS for once and for all!
DT: The champion DRAPES THE ARM across the chest of MARCUS WESTCOTT...
SFX: *DING! DING! DING!*
[CUE UP: "King Back" by T.I. The entire capacity crowd stands in STUNNED SILENCE as both men continue to lie in the very center of the cage on their backs, chests heaving as they stare blankly into the house lights above. After a moment to let the reality sink in, Tony Fatora stands up and raises the mic, allowing his booming voice to ring out through the entire arena...]
TF: Ladies and gentlemen... the WINNER of the MAIN EVENT of RUSSIAN ROULETTE 2009...
...AND STILL THE REIGNING EMPIRE PRO WRESTLING HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION OF THE WORLD...
[Pat Jones calls over to the ring crew to release the locks set on the cage door, where the rest of the officiating team and EPW's medical staff stand waiting to check on both combatants. With the snap of a few tumblers, the locks pop, and the door swings open. In moments, the cage is filled with members of EPW's officiating team as they split in to two groups and check on both men.]
DT: Ladies and gentlemen... I am absolutely MOVED BEYOND WORDS at this moment, given the match we just witnessed! Never in all the years I've been a part of Empire Pro have I seen two contenders go at just like that it in the steel cage!!
DM: Truly a match that will be remember for many years to come! Both men went through HELL in that cage, knowing the prestigious EPW World Heavyweight Title was on the line! Many expected the champion to ultimately go down in the end, but defying all odds set against him once again, he came out VICTORIOUS!!
MN: DAMN RIGHT, he did! F*CK all the posers! F*CK all the critics! F*CK all the people out there who fake their way at being the real deal!! "TRIPLE X" SEAN STEVENS is the REAL DEAL, Daddy-O, and nobody's need any further proof than what they just saw in that ring! The KING OF THE CAGE is BACK, B*TCHES!!
DT: But still, a great deal of credit goes to the challenger, who many though wasn't up to snuff! When the champion smugly thought he could ignore him, he stood up for himself and made a STATEMENT there in the ring! There were times in that ring where I honestly THOUGHT he had it!
DM: There's no question that "The Mecca" Marcus Westcott fought his heart out here tonight! In another time and another place, he was the man at the very HELM of Empire Pro, and the federation owes him a great deal for that! But while he may be a great influence on this fed's PAST, tonight, SEAN STEVENS stands as its PRESENT and FUTURE!!
[After many long moments of trying to bring both competitors back to, Sean Stevens finally rises to his feet... surprisingly drawing a POP from the fans. As it sets in that he is victorious, he pumps BOTH FISTS into the air and pivots around to show himself to all four sides of the arena!]
[Meanwhile, the team of officials escort the defeated Marcus Westcott from the ring, who holds his head in clear disappointment, knowing he put everything on the line in the cage. The officials try to lead him up the ramp, but instead, he shakes them away, and walks on his own power over to the timekeeper before Pat Jones can get there to retrieve the champion's title...]
DM: Wait a second, what's THIS! Westcott just took the World Heavyweight Title from the timekeeper!
MN: Oh man, what a SORE LOSER!!
DT: Don't be so quick to judge, Mike! Westcott... on the verge of TEARS, but nevertheless proudly steps back into the ring through the cage door with that belt in his hands!
[Stevens stands ready for anything as Westcott approaches him, and, quite respectfully, hands over the title. Stevens looks over his belt for a moment, recounting just how much it means to him and his career, before retaking it and slinging it over his shoulder.]
MN: KICK HIM IN THE BALLS, Sean! And wipe that STINK from that title!
[The men keep their respect to each other to a simple handshake, and without a word spoken, Marcus turns the EPW icon to the cameras and holds up his arm in victory!]
DT: A TREMENDOUS show of sportsmanship, from the former champion to the current champion! These men had one HELL of a match together, and they know it!
[Westcott leaves the cage and walks alone back up the ramp, his face a collage of different feelings. Sean Stevens, in the meantime, refastens his belt and exits the cage... and begins CLIMBING UP THE SIDE...]
Crowd: "TRIP-LE-ECKS!! TRIP-LE-ECKS!! TRIP-LE-ECKS!! TRIP-LE-ECKS!!"
DM: I never thought I'd see the day, but it's FINALLY come! The fans of Empire Pro are finally GETTING BEHIND the World Heavyweight Champion!
MN: Oh, that's right! Everybody wants to hop on the bandwagon NOW that they all realize what a BADASS he is!! A BLUE-EYED BADASS, at that!
DT: Love him or hate him, "Triple X" Sean Stevens is THE icon of Empire Pro Wrestling, and STILL PROUDLY BEARS the EPW World Heavyweight Title! Ladies and gentlemen, it has been a HELLACIOUS night, capped off with a very HELLACIOUS main event! But now we've come to the CONCLUSION of Russian Roulette! We'll see you again at Aggression 48! Until then, signing off for Dean Matthews and Mike Neely... I'm Dave Thomas! Have a good night!
SFX: *BOOM!! BOOM!! BOOOOMMM!!!!*
[Pyrotechnics EXPLODE overhead in brilliant display as "King Back" continues blaring through the PA! Triumphant and nigh god-like, the EPW World Heavyweight Champion, "Triple X" Sean Stevens, stands TALL on the very top of the steel mesh cage he just conquered, holding his TITLE high into the air over a LIVID SEA of fans screaming his name! On this image, we fade to the EPW logo...]