Christian Sands vs. Beast - Black Dawn 2004 - World Title Tournament Finals
[DAN RYAN, sitting in front of an EPW backdrop.]
RYAN: Obviously this match was a big one for the company. It was the finals of our World Title tournament and it was a very big deal for me personally overseeing the crowning of our first champion. I wanted everything to be just right and probably didn’t get very much sleep, if any the night before. Still, I knew both Christian and Marcus would be as great as they ended up being, and I had a blast playing the anti-Beast role just like I always do. Marcus is one of those guys who’s fun to mess with, and a lot of the goofiness I was getting into on these shows to quote… humiliate him… was also my attempt to try and get him to break character and bust out a smile. To his credit, it never worked. But I still had a lot of fun with my part in this and was very proud of both of them for putting such a big exclamation point on an early and important chapter in the history of EPW.
[CUTTO: A shot of the ring as the crowd roars in anticipation for the main event!]
DT: This is it, folks! It's time for the main event, where we will finally crown a World Heavyweight Champion!
MN: Yeah, but will it be Beast or Christian Sands who walks out with the title?
DT: We'll just have to - hey, who's coming through the crowd?
MN: ...It's Dan Ryan! And look at that GETUP!
[CUTTO: The aisle as Dan Ryan strolls leisurely through the crowd. He's wearing an oversized Beast T-shirt that reads "Feel The RAAAHRRR!!!" and a Beast ball cap with a goofy 3-D claw that juts out from the hat. Grinning, he plunks himself down in a steel chair in the front row and slips on an enormous Beast foam finger, then grabs a beer in his other hand.]
DT: Well, Dan Ryan said he was Beast's biggest fan - but really, that hat is ridiculous.
MN: Feel the RAAAAHRRR, Dave! That rocks!
World Heavyweight Championship
Beast vs. Christian Sands
[The arena lights fade down to darkness, then slowly come back up in deep blue as the sound of chanting monks fill the arena, and the video screens light up with "BEAST" flashing in different styles and colors of text, mixed in with video clips of Beast executing various moves on his opponents. The chanting monks play for about 15 seconds, then fade into Nickelback's "Figure You Out", and as the opening guitar chords hit, a blast of red and white pyro go off around the stage area, then Beast walks through the smoke down the ramp and to the ring, followed closely by Lindsay Troy. Once in the ring, Beast salutes the fans by touching his fist to his chest over his heart a couple times before raising his hand in the air. He then notices Ryan and snorts, looking away. However, his gaze snaps immediately back to Ryan as a badly-dubbed, ridiculously cheesy "RAAAAAAHRRR!" plays at the end of his music. The expression on Beast's face clearly shows that he wants to slap the huge ****-eating grin off Ryan's face and rip him limb from limb. For his part, Ryan flashes a thumbs-up to go with the grin.]
MN: Raaaaaahr? Hah!
DT: This could very well be Beast's big night, Mike! Beast has fought valiantly through everything in his path, and now stands mere moments away from the chance to live his dream!
MN: Well, MY dream is to bone Lindsay. ROWR! Beast's one lucky foo.
DT: Erm. She is certainly attractive.
["Dark Machine" by Paul Oakenfold cues up, and the lights in the arena go out; the GlobalTron lights up with an image of Christian Sands gazing down from a distance, his face illuminated as if by car headlights through a window. After the first fourteen seconds of the song, a red strobelight kicks in. Smoke machines begin blowing a drifting mist horizontally across the ramp as Christian Sands emerges, striding down the ramp with the mist curling about his feet. He vaults into the ring over the top rope and stretches his arms briefly before walking to his corner and staring silently at Beast.]
DT: Beast's got a dream, but so does Christian Sands, as he's come a long way to make it to this point!
MN: But man, that ain't fair. Beast's got Lindsay as backup.
DT: That in itself shows you a key difference between these two men. Beast has said that he wears his heart on his sleeves, and indeed Lindsay and he are romantically close. Sands, meanwhile, walks alone. He's the kind of man who trusts only in himself.
[SFX: *DING* - Bell rings. Sands and Beast step into the center of the ring as the referee and Tony Fatora stand between them and Lindsay slides to the outside.]
TONY FATORA: Th' following contest is scheduled for one fall! It will determine the inaugural Empire Pro Wrestling Heavyweight Champion of the World!
TONY FATORA: Introducing first, from Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada! He weighs in at two hundred and ninety pounds and is accompanied by "The Queen of the Ring" Lindsay Troy! THIS... ISSSSS... BEEEEEEEEEEEAST!!!
[Beast raises his arms to the roaring crowd. Dan Ryan comes to his feet and whistles loudly, clapping exaggeratedly. Troy sniffs in his direction, and Beast ignores him.]
TONY FATORA: And his opponent, from Barrie, Ontario, Canada! He weighs in at two hundred and seventy pounds! THIS... ISSSS... CHRRRRRRRRRRISTIAAAAAAAANNN... SAAAAAAANNNNNDS!!!
[Sands doesn't move, but rather stares a hole through Beast, oblivious to the deafening boos of the crowd.]
[As Fatora steps out of the ring, the official holds the title up to the crowd, then lectures the two men on the rules before sliding out of the ring. SFX: *DINGDINGDING* - Bell rings.]
DT: And we're under way here!
[Beast and Sands stare down for a long moment, going nose-to-nose in the center of the ring and talking trash. Beast is the first on the offensive, throwing a heavy punch, but Sands ducks it and grabs a waistlock, taking Beast to the mat with a Greco-Roman throw and boosting over to snap a side headlock on him. Beast tries to roll out, but Sands switches up and goes to another side headlock. Growling, Beast powers to his feet, but Sands takes him over and goes to a rear chin lock, applying a leg grapevine around Beast's waist.]
DT: Oh! Sands taking Beast to the mat from the get-go, working him over in his own element!
MN: Maybe Sands wasn't full of crap after all. He's looking a lot more focused than we've ever seen him.
[Grabbing Sands' leg, Beast tries to break the grapevine, but Sands releases it himself and drops the big man on the canvas. He drives a hard elbow into Beast's sternum, then picks him up and whips him into the ropes. Beast comes back and levels Sands with a huge shoulder block that evokes a big pop - especially from Ryan. Ignoring the Ego Buster, Beast runs the ropes, but Sands drop toe holds him and clubs at his neck with hard right hands before applying a camel clutch.]
DT: Beast with a hard shoulder - no, Sands back on him! There's a camel clutch!
MN: Heh heh. Camel.
[Sands works in the camel clutch, but Beast powers out, rising to his feet with Sands still on his back. However, Sands releases the hold and clips Beast's left leg. He tries to apply a Sharpshooter, but Beast kicks him off, at which point Sands backs into the ropes and drops a knee on the big man. With the aid of the ropes, Beast pulls himself quickly up. Sands Irish-whips him across the ring, but Beast ducks his clothesline, rebounding to turn him inside out with a huge boot!]
DT: What a boot from Beast!
MN: Sands did a 360 off that one!
[As Sands comes to his feet, Dan Ryan comes to his feet, waves his foam finger in the air, and starts yelling "BEAST! BEAST! BEAST! BEAST!" at the top of his lungs. Beast glances over and flips him the bird before picking up Sands, whipping him into the corner. Sands bounces off the turnbuckles hard, and Beast charges in to kill him with a massive clothesline.]
DT: Big lariat from Beast, and he's ALL fired up!
MN: Dan Ryan's pissing him off!
DT: He is something of a nuisance, isn't he?
[Shoving Sands roughly into the corner, Beast sizes him up and delivers a massive overhand chop that evokes a "Wooooo!" from the crowd... and from Ryan. However, Sands fights back with a stiff chop of his own, the sound echoing throughout the arena. Another "Woooooo!" ensues. Beast chops back, and Sands reciprocates, and the two chop at each other as the crowd woos - well except for Ryan, who is yelling "RAAAAAHRRR!" with every Beast chop. Lindsay can barely hold back a snicker. Finally, Beast hits a particularly stiff chop that knocks Sands to the mat.]
DT: Both men going to the chopping block there!
MN: It's a trip to the woodshed!
[Shooting Ryan a flat look, Beast pulls Sands to his feet and sets him up for a vertical suplex; however, Sands hooks his leg around Beast's, blocking the move. Beast tries again, but Sands drops to one knee and sweeps Beast's legs out from under him, shooting in to hammer at the big man's neck with right hands. Beast fights to his feet, but Sands takes a step back before darting in to take him down with a swinging neckbreaker.]
DT: Oh, Sands with the neckbreaker there, as it's clear which body part he's targeting here!
MN: Neckbusta! Hah!
[Wincing slightly, Beast pulls himself to a standing position - but not for long, as Sands grabs him from behind and hits a half-kneeling neckbreaker across his shoulder, then pulls Beast over his shoulder with a snapmare. He clubs at the big man's neck with harsh rights for a moment before running the ropes, baseball-sliding into Beast's chin with a dropkick that snaps Beast's head back painfully. Beast hits the mat hard, and Sands boosts into a cover.]
DT: There's the cover by Sands! Could be it - No, Beast kicked out!
MN: Kicked out? POWERED out! He flung Sands right off him!
[Beast stands quickly, but Sands is already on him, taking him down with a spear and trying for the Sharpshooter. However, Beast grabs his leg and drags him to the mat, then waistlocks him and launches him with a rough release German suplex! Sands lands in a heap near the corner, and Beast follows him, dropping him on his neck with a BRUTAL back suplex! Ryan waves his finger in the air again and begins chanting, "BEAST IS COOL! BEAST IS COOL! BEAST IS COOL!" This time, Beast doesn't even look at him, but his expression darkens.]
DT: I think Dan Ryan's antics are starting to get to Beast! Nevertheless, he's got Christian Sands reeling here!
MN: WITH HIS HOSS POWAH!
[Intensity flickers in Beast's eyes as he stalks the rising Sands, scooping him up and launching him across the ring with a belly-to-belly suplex. Sands bounces off the canvas and comes to his feet unsteadily, and Beast dumps him over the ropes with a clothesline.]
DT: Oh, Beast sends Sands down to the floor!
MN: That's not fair! You KNOW Troy's gonna get involved, and it's no interference! DQ Beast!
[Troy doesn't get involved, honoring the stipulation. Beast grunts and climbs the turnbuckles, then comes off at Sands with an axehandle. However, Sands dodges out of the way, and Beast hits the barricade, his chin snapping off the steel guardrail! Beast slides to the floor, holding his head.]
DT: OUCH! Beast's head just hit that steel guardrail!
DT: Oh, and look at Ryan!
[As Beast reels against the rail, Ryan reaches over and pats him on the shoulders before shouting, "GO BEAST GO! GO BEAST GO!" He then pats Beast on the head like a dog, evoking a giggle from Lindsay. Beast looks like he's inches from ripping Ryan's head off his shoulders, but Sands gets to him first, Irish-whipping him into the ring steps. Beast flips over the stairs and lands near the ramp, looking dazed.]
DT: Dan Ryan's making a nuisance of himself - but OH, was that ever a sickening trip into those stairs for Beast!
MN: Did you hear the thud?!
DT: I heard it!
[Beast holds his neck with one hand as Sands hauls him to his feet, then knocks him down with a stiff chop that draws woos from the crowd. Quickly, Sands rolls Beast into the ring just in time to break the ten count, then goes to the top rope and sails off with a moonsault that connects firmly!]
DT: WOW! Sands with a beautiful moonsault! The cover - One - TWO - NO, Beast kicked out!
MN: Damn! Sands rarely uses the top rope, but when he does it's COOL!
[Gruffly, Sands drags Beast to his feet and shoves him into the corner, chopping away at him a few times. From there, Sands waistlocks Beast and heaves him into the center of the ring with an impressive belly-to-belly suplex. Beast stumbles to his feet, and Sands swings in behind him, slapping on a double chickenwing and hitting a tiger suplex, then rolling through for a second and a third before releasing!]
DT: Rolling tiger suplexes from Sands there! He's taken control of the match!
MN: Has he ever! But you gotta think Dan Ryan's playing a factor in that.
DT: He's certainly not helping matters.
[Dazed from the impact, Beast sits up and shakes his head quickly, but stops and lets out a clipped breath as a jolt of pain runs through his neck. Sands takes advantage immediately, running the ropes and sailing over Beast to crack him with a rolling neck snap. Beast falls back, and Sands immediately locks him in a surfboard strait-jacket hold, stretching Beast's neck against the back of his knee.]
DT: There's the necktie surfboard by Sands! He's definitely wearing Beast down here!
MN: He's chokin' that big boy out!
DT: Beast trying to fight out, but Sands has got him locked up tight!
MN: Man, once he gets his hands on you, you're DONE.
DT: Sands is definitely a master of submissions, and he's proving it right now, as he's completely immobilized Beast!
[At ringside, Dan Ryan waves his foam finger in the air and starts screaming "LET'S GO BEAST" loudly. The crowd soon joins him in a thunderous "LET'S GO BEAST, LET'S GO BEAST" chant. Fueled by the crowd, Beast fights to his feet and elbows his way out of the hold. He goes to run the ropes, but Sands grabs him by the neck and takes him down roughly before locking on a grounded dragon sleeper, swinging over to add a side body scissors with his legs.]
DT: Beast fighting out - No, Sands shuts him down, and now to the inverted facelock sleeper!
MN: I guess Sands was telling the truth. He's really taking it to Beast. I don't think Beast expected this.
DT: This is a very devastating hold by Sands, as it immobilizes Beast's body and cuts off the flow of blood to his brain! It could be over here!
MN: Beast's fading fast!
DT: Senior referee Rudy Gossard checking on Beast! Raises his arm... it falls once!
MN: Beast's OUT! He looks completely unconscious!
DT: The official raising Beast's arm again... falls twice!
MN: One more and Sands wins the title!
DT: Raising it again - NO!!! BEAST KEEPS IT UP!!!
MN: HE'S ALIIIIIIIIVE!!!
[Surging to his feet as he gets his second win, Sands powers out of the hold and shakes Sands loose with elbows, then flattens him with a clothesline. He whips Sands hard into the ropes and boots him in the face to a big pop, then scoops him up and body-slams him to the canvas with authority! The crowd roars, and Dan Ryan offers a war-whoop.]
DT: Beast's a house afire! Clothesline! BOOT! Body slam! Sands is REELING!
MN: He tastes that title!
[Drawing in heavy breaths, Sands fights to his feet. Beast kicks him in the gut and hooks him up for the Absolution to a huge crowd pop, but Sands pulls out Beast's legs and catapults him into the corner. Beast catches the ropes, however, and blocks the impact. Sands turns, and Beast kicks him in the gut and KILLS him with the Absolution to a HUGE pop!]
DT: ABSOLUTION!!! ABSOLUTION!!! IT'S OVER!!! BEAST COVERS!!!
DT: ...NOOOOOOOOOO, IT'S NOT!!! SANDS KICKED OUT!!! I THOUGHT WE HAD A NEW CHAMPION!!!
MN: SO CLOSE!!! TWO POINT NINE!!!
[With a huff, Beast signals to the roaring crowd again, then hooks Sands up for a second Absolution; however, Sands recovers and rises to his feet, back body dropping Beast with authority. He grabs the big man by the hair and pulls him to his feet, punching him in the small of the back twice before hitting an inverted DDT across his knee!]
DT: Oh, big reverse DDT by Sands, dropping Beast's neck and upper back across his knee!
MN: Nice shot, man!
[Sands doesn't waste any time in dragging Beast to his feet, clubbing at his neck a few more times before drilling him with a DDT. The impact causes Beast to stand on his head, his legs twitching in the air before he finally flops onto his face. Snorting once, Sands pulls Beast up onto his shoulders and boosts him up, dropping the big man's neck across his knee in a neckbreaker maneuver!]
DT: And there's that brutal knee neckbreaker Sands is known to use!
MN: I can't believe that thing didn't take Beast's head off. It just looks so stiff and unforgiving.
[Shaking the cobwebs out of his head, Beast staggers to his feet. Sands meets him with a kick to the gut, then looks out into the crowd, noticing Dan Ryan. He smirks, then stuffs Beast into a standing headscissors, pulling him up to deliver a Humility Bomb!]
DT: HUMILITY BOMB!!! SANDS JUST HIT BEAST WITH DAN RYAN'S HUMILITY BOMB!!!
MN: HE'S GONNA EMBARRASS HIM IN FRONT OF THE OWNER!!!
DT: SANDS COVERS!!!
THREENNNNOOOOOOOO!!! BEAST GOT THE SHOULDER UP IN THE NICK OF TIME!!!
MN: NO WAY! I thought it was over!
DT: To be fair, the real Humility Bomb has a lot more brute strength behind it - but Sands' was certainly nothing to scoff at, either.
[A look of annoyance crosses Sands' face. He places a knee on Beast's chest and punches him in the face repeatedly, opening up a cut above the big man's left eyebrow. Roughly, Sands pulls Beast up and tries for a suplex, but Beast floats over and lands with Sands in an inverted facelock. Sands fights, but Beast slugs him in the ribs and kills him with an inverted swinging neckbreaker to a HUGE crowd pop!]
DT: Suplex - NO, WAIT - TEST OF FAITH!!! BEAST HITS THE TEST OF FAITH FROM OUT OF NOWHERE!!!
MN: AAAAAH!!! IT'S DONE!!!
DT: HE'S GOTTA COVER!!! HE'S GOTTA CAPITALIZE!!! BEAST COULD BE THE WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION IF HE CAN MAKE THIS COVER!!!
MN: HE'S TRYING!!!
DT: BEAST WITH THE ARM ACROSS SANDS!!!
...NO!!! SANDS KICKED OUT!!!
MN: Beast ALMOST HAD IT!!!
[Beast's expression betrays his disbelief. He covers Sands again, but the other man kicks out. Furiously, Beast picks Sands up and ploughs him into the corner with a shoulder charge, then boosts him up to the top turnbuckle, following him up. Sands tries to fight, but Beast slugs him and takes him down to earth with a top-rope suplex!]
DT: Oh, SUPERPLEX by Beast! Cover!
-NO, Sands kicked out!
MN: He's resilient, I'll give him that!
[Gritting his teeth, Beast waits for Sands to rise, then picks him up and goes for a suplex, but snaps him down into a brutal spinebuster that pops the crowd! From there, Beast stands over his opponent and waits for him to rise, holding up a hand to the roaring fans... and ignoring Dan Ryan's "BEASTIE! BEASTIE!" chant at ringside.]
DT: These fans smell it! These fans know what's coming! These fans see Beast set and ready to deliver the Absolution and put Christian Sands away!
MN: Man, he's gonna do it!
[Suddenly, Sands recovers and darts behind Beast in the blink of an eye, snaring him in a cobra clutch and slamming him to the canvas powerfully! He immediately bridges over Beast for a pin!]
DT: Wha - SAND BLASTER!!! OUT OF NOWHERE!!! COVER!!!
- NO!!! BEAST KICKED OUT!!!
MN: AAAAH!!! NO WAY!!!
DT: I THOUGHT IT WAS OVER THERE, BUT BEAST SAYS NO!!!
[With a huff, Sands pulls Beast to his feet and chops his chest twice, whipping him into a corner and scoring with a running clothesline. He then goes behind again for another Sand Blaster, but Beast elbows him loose and hooks him up. He tries for an Absolution, but Sands bridges out and reverses into a Sand Blaster attempt, which Beast blocks by hooking his leg around the middle rope!]
DT: The reversals - No, Beast's blocking the Sand Blaster!
MN: Smart move!
[Sands tries to shake Beast loose; however, Beast snaps an elbow back to stun his adversary. From there, Beast shoves him down into a standing headscissors and begins to underhook the arms, but looks up and locks eyes with Dan Ryan. He drops the underhook and pulls Sands up for a Humility Bomb as Ryan glares daggers at him!]
DT: BEAST'S GOING FOR A HUMILITY BOMB!!!
[However, Beast can't complete the move; Sands tightens his legs around Beast's head in a triangle choke. Beast tries to shove Sands off, but the smaller man drops off himself... right down into the Sandman's Clutch!]
DT: SANDMAN'S CLUTCH!!! SANDMAN'S CLUTCH!!! SANDS REVERSED THE HUMILITY BOMB!!!
MN: WOW!!! HE CAME OUT OF NOWHERE WITH THAT!!!
DT: BEAST'S IN DIRE STRAITS!!! HE'S GOT TO MAKE IT TO THE ROPES!!!
MN: He's crawling!
DT: Beast sidling towards the bottom rope!
MN: Listen to Ryan and Lindsay cheering him on!
DT: He's almost there! Reaching out!
MN: He's so close!
DT: Beast's fingers are millimeters away from the bottom rope!
MN: He just has to scootch closer...
DT: NO!!! SANDS ROLLS OVER AND BACK INTO THE CENTER OF THE RING WITH THE CLUTCH STILL APPLIED!!! BEAST IS IN NO-MAN'S-LAND!!!
MN: He's gotta tap!
DT: Beast raising his hand - NO, HE DOESN'T TAP!!! HE'S HOLDING HIMSELF BACK!!!
MN: No, he's gonna tap!
DT: NO, HE DOESN'T!!! Beast is biting his own hand between his teeth to keep himself from tapping out!
MN: What a MANEUVER!!!
DT: But Sands is RELENTLESS! He will NOT LET GO!!!
[Every single man, woman, and child in Madison Square Garden is on their feet, roaring "BEAST! BEAST! BEAST!" at the top of their lungs, clapping in time with the chant. Beast's eyes flare, and he tries to fight, but Sands tightens his grip even more. Slowly, Beast begins to fade, his eyes glazing over.]
DT: Beast's fading! He's almost out!
MN: There's the ref!
DT: Raising Beast's arm... drops once!
MN: Oh no...
DT: Again... DROPS TWICE!!! Once more and Sands is the champion!
MN: Come on...
DT: Again... DROPS NOOOOO!!! THE ARM STAYS UP!!!
MN: But Sands won't let go!
DT: The arm is down again, and I think Beast is totally out!
MN: It's gotta be over...
DT: The official's again raising the arm... Drops once!
MN: Come on, Beast!
DT: Again raising it... Drops twice!
MN: FIGHT OUT!!!
DT: Raising again - NO, BEAST KEEPS IT UP!!!
MN: HE'S STILL IN THE FIGHT!!!
DT: But there goes the arm again!
MN: Beast's eyes are just GLAZED OVER!!!
DT: Sands is like a rabid dog! He's not relenting at all!
MN: The ref's going to the arm again!
DT: Raising Beast's arm... Falls once!
MN: He's gonna fight out.
DT: Raising again... Falls twice!
MN: He's gonna get out.
DT: Raising the arm again... FALLS THREE TIMES!!! IT'S OVER!!! IT'S OVER!!! BEAST IS OUT, AND CHRISTIAN SANDS IS THE CHAMPION!!!
MN: I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!!!
[SFX: *DINGDINGDING* - Bell rings as the arena rises as one and boos. Sands slowly releases Beast from the hold and rolls over onto his back, staring up at the lights with tears in his eyes as the referee places the World Title in his hands.]
TONY FATORA: Here is your winner, and the NEEEEEEEEEEEW Heavyweight Champion of the World... CHRRRRRRRRRRISTIAAAAAAAAAANNN... SAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNDSSSSS!!!
DT: WHAT A HELLACIOUS BATTLE!!! Both of these men gave everything they had, but it's Christian Sands who walks out with the title!
MN: Don't take anything away from Beast, though, because he could have won this just as easily! It could've gone either way as far as I'm concerned!
DT: It certainly was one hell of a contest! I wouldn't mind seeing it again!
[Concern on her face, Lindsay Troy rolls Beast out of the ring and helps him to the back. Smirking faintly, Dan Ryan stands and wades back into the crowd. Back in the ring, Sands regains his footing and stands in the center of the canvas, holding the title high as the crowd pelts him with garbage. However, a lean form suddenly rushes the ring.]
DT: WAIT A MINUTE!!! IT'S NATE LOGAN!!! NATE LOGAN IS HERE!!!
MN: NO!!! GET HIM OUT!!!
[Hearing the sudden cheers of the crowd, Sands turns, and Zero punches him in the face and knees him in the gut, causing him to drop the title! Zero chops him again, then hits a double knee lift, flowing into a DDT that spikes Sands' skull off the title! Sands goes limp, bleeding from a cut on his forehead!]
DT: MY GOD!!! ZERO HOUR!!! ZERO HOUR ON THE TITLE!!! NATE LOGAN HAS JUST LAID OUT THE WORLD'S CHAMPION HERE AT BLACK DAWN!!!
MN: I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS!!!
DT: Dammit, we're out of time! For Mike Neely, I'm Dave Thomas! This has been Black Dawn! GOODNIGHT, everyone!
[Fade to credits, then to black, leaving us with a fading shot of Zero standing tall over the fallen Christian Sands...]