Empire Pro Aggression

[The lights in the First Union Center fade down to nothing, engulfing the arena in darkness.]

DT: What the heck is going on here! This isn't on the format!

[The lights stay down for a few moments, then come back up, covering the crowd with a deep blue light. The sound of chanting monks plays over the PA, and the fans begin buzzing loudly. 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. A cheer is heard throughout the arena, and the sound of the monks play for a few more 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 the crowd gives a short pop as Beast walks through the smoke down the ramp toward the ring.]

MN: What is this tool doing out here? Why is Freeman giving mic time to this ass-

DT: FAMILY SHOW!

MN: -inine piece of trash?

DT: Much better! But I'm sure that Beast wouldn't have requested this time unless he had something important on his mind.

MN: One thing is, he doesn't look very happy.

[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. The fans respond with a cheer, and Beast heads over to the ropes and receives a microphone from a member of the ring clue. Beast walks back to the center of the ring and looks out at the crowd.]

Beast: Now, I don't usually do this - I like to come out before all you great fans and let my wrestling speak for me, but I've got something that I've got to get off my chest.

[Beast starts walking around the ring.]

Beast: For those of you who follow some of the other wrestling federations out there, and in particular my other home, A1E, some of you may know the name of one of the top female competitors ever to lace on a pair of boots, the Queen of the Ring, Lindsay Troy.

[The crowd gives Beast a respectful applause, while a couple small sections of fans let out a wild cheer. Beast stops and smirks as he says his next line.]

Beast: Those of you that follow both of our careers, you must all know by now that Lindsay and I are somewhat of an item.

[Cat-calls and whistles are heard throughout the crowd. Beast smiles at the fans.]

Beast: So, you'd think that when Lindsay came home one night, and told me that I was lucky she even survived the trip home, that I might have a litte bit of a reason to get upset. You'd think that when she told me that our gracious EPW Owner, the ego-buster himself, Dan Ryan...

[Crowd boos.]

Beast: ... that's right. You'd think that after I hear that the sorry b*stard dragged my girlfriend Lindsay down to the ring in NFW and almost got her killed when the entire ring exploded, that I might be just a little bit pissed off!

[The fans gasp, and get a little restless, waiting to hear the rest of what Beast has to say.]

DT: Uh-oh! I smell trouble!

MN: He'd better watch his tone, or Dan Ryan is going to come out here and fire him!

Beast: What kind of a freaking wrestler forces his manager to be at ringside when the bloody ring is set to explode? What kind of a person takes his manager, a beautiful woman like Lindsay down to ringside and puts her in harm's way like that when he knows the consequences? I'll tell you who.

DT: Don't say it! MN: Yes! Then we can be rid of him!

[Beast points to the back.]

Beast: Only a low-life, scum bag, disrespectful sack of monkey-sh*t douchebag assh*le like Dan Ryan would do that!!!

[The crowd cheers Beast on as he gets wound up.]

MN: Fire him! That's insubordination!

DT: Oh will you shut up… Ryan left the building already!!!

Beast: Dan, in case you didn't understand anything that I just said, I don't think too highly of you. If I could paraphrase one of the great writers past... "Oh, how I do loathe you, let me count the ways." First off, you piss and moan about having to face me in a match the very first night EPW opened their doors with the first Aggression. You covered it up by basting Mr. Freeman for - how did you put it - "blowing his wad" on Beast/Ryan the first time out. You're the owner of this company, and you're a damned fool. What better way to draw some attention to your company the first night out by putting on a blockbuster match that only we could deliver? Wrestling fans from all over the damned world tuned in to see this new federation open up, to see what we could deliver, but you had to blow it all by putting yourself first and desecrating the show with your actions at the end of the match. Yeah, Dan, in case you haven't noticed, yes, I'm still pissed about the way you made me, and EPW look like idiots with that debacle. But that's ok. I know that sooner or later, I'm going to get my hands on you, and when I do, so help me God, you're going to regret ever having screwed me over. Shall I even go on? How about week two, and your neutering of Mr. Freeman in front of millions of people? You took everything that man worked for, took it from him and stomped on it in front of all those people, before pissing on the wreckage. Mr. Freeman, I know you're watching this backstage, and you know that I respect you for how well you treated me when you were trying to sign me into EPW. Let me tell you right now, that I've got your back, and any way we can take this sonofa***** Ryan down, I'll be there to help you out. And one last word for you, Dan Ryan... If I ever, and dammit, I mean EVER, hear of you putting Lindsay near any kind of harm again... So help me God, I'm going to make you wish you were never even born.

[The crowd gives Beast a big reaction as he drops the mic in the middle of the ring, and Nickelback's "Figure You Out" fills the arena one more time, and Beast exits the ring and heads for the back.]

DT: Beast's thrown the gauntlet down to our owner Dan Ryan! I have the feeling that EPW is going to get very interesting over the next few weeks! We’ve gotta go to commercial… but it’s Beast and Douglas…. UP NEXT!!!

[Cut to commercial… then back to the ring where Beast is waiting for Douglas to appear.]

DT: Well folks… right now we’ve got Beast taking on Troy Douglas in a World Title Tournament Match!!!

MN: HELLZ YEAH!!!

Beast vs. Troy Douglas

DT: Folks, this match promises to deliver big-time! Beast and Troy Douglas have gone back and forth all week with their verbal sparring, but now we'll see them back it up in the-

MN: BEAST WARS!!! TRANS-FORMERS!!! Ro-bots in dis-guise!

DT: ...the ring.

MN: Yeah, sure. But man, that guy Beast? He's SO Optimus Prime.

["Kashmir" by Led Zeppelin hits, and Troy Douglas walks to the ring.]

MN: And heeeeeeeere's Megatron!

DT: I don't know, Mike. Last I checked Troy Douglas wasn't purple or metal.

MN: ... MEGATRON, dammit! MASTER OF THE PREDACONS!!! Come on, who ELSE is gonna fight Optimus Prime over here, huh?!

[SFX: *DINGDINGDING* - Bell rings!]

DT: Well, there's the bell-

MN: OPTIMUS PRIME, MAXIMIIIIIIZE!!!

DT: Wha-

MN: MEGATRON, TERRORIIIIIIIZE!!!

DT: I need to find a new broadcast partner.

[For a moment, neither Beast nor Douglas makes a move to attack. They simply stare each other down, waiting. Finally, they lock up. Beast throws his weight forward and pushes Douglas into a corner. The referee calls for the break; Beast gives it to him, but Douglas hits the big man with a forearm.]

DT: Oh, Beast using his strength there, but Douglas looks fired up.

MN: Megatron's not too happy, eh?

[Beast hammers Douglas with a forearm of his own, but the ref quickly interjects, leading both guys out of the corner. Beast and Douglas again tie up. This time, Douglas sets his shoulders and pushes Beast into a corner, breaking at the ref's insistence.]

DT: Seems we've got a bit of one-upsmanship going on here, Mike!

MN: One-Up? Mang, I want a 7-Up. Make 7 Up Yours!

DT: No thanks. I'd rather call the match.

[Promptly, Beast slugs Douglas in the face, stunning him briefly. From there the big Canadian lunges out of the corner, rocking Douglas with a huge clothesline. Douglas comes to his feet, and Beast charges, knocking him to the canvas with a HUGE boot to the face. Holding his cheek, Douglas rolls to the bottom rope, where Beast begins stomping at him.]

DT: Offensive flurry from Beast here, as he's just pounding away at Troy Douglas with no subtlety whatsoever!

MN: He's focusing the Energon within!

[After a few stomps, Beast reaches down and grabs Douglas by the hair, pulling him to his feet. He hooks him up for a suplex, bringing him up before snapping him down into a HUGE spinebuster!]

DT: WOW! Suplex spinebuster by Beast! He's got the cover -

One -

TWO -

Douglas kicks out!

MN: That was a HUGE move, man! He's trying to put Megatron away early!

[Slowly, Douglas comes to his feet, rubbing his back with one hand. Beast promptly scoops him off the mat and body-slams him with authority, then raises a hand to the crowd with a shout that the fans echo. He follows by dropping a huge elbow on Douglas.]

DT: Oh, big elbow from Beast there.

MN: Optimus is droppin' bows on 'em!

[Coming to his feet, Beast gears up for another elbow; however, Douglas rolls aside, and Beast hits nothing but canvas as he drops. As the Canadian comes to his feet, Douglas hits him about the shoulders and chest with a few martial-arts jabs, then moves in to score with a released Northern Lights suplex!]

DT: Big Northern Lights suplex by Douglas, as he looks to be gaining control of the match!

MN: Megatron's fighting for the pride of the Predacons, Dave! Nobody will steal HIS precious Energon crystals!

[Gritting his teeth, Douglas goes to work stomping away at Beast, then pulls him off the mat and Irish-whips him, but Beast reverses and sends Douglas into a corner. From there, Beast charges in for a clothesline, but Douglas catches him upside the chin with a boot. Beast is stunned by the impact, allowing Douglas to boost himself onto the second turnbuckle and come off with a second-rope missile dropkick!]

DT: Oh, missile dropkick from Douglas! Beast looks to be in trouble!

MN: Wait, Megatron can't fly! But that means... TROY DOUGLAS IS WASPINATOR!!!

DT: I'm missing these jokes.

MN: Wazzzzpinator does not have time to exzzzzplain to you, zzzzztupid!

[Oblivious to the Transformers jokes on commentary, Douglas raises one arm to the crowd, then sets Beast up in a standing headscissors and piledrives him with authority! He immediately hooks one of Beast's legs for a cover.]

DT: There's the cover by Douglas!

One -

TWO -

No, kickout by Beast!

MN: HE'S ALIIIIIIVE!!!

[Douglas comes to his feet, running both hands through his hair as he takes a breath. He then pulls Beast off the canvas, but Beast throws off Douglas' grip and tackles him, pushing him into a corner. The fans cheer as Beast drives shoulder after shoulder into Douglas' gut, then scoops him up and belly-to-belly suplexes him out of the corner!]

DT: Wait, now Beast is in control! HUGE overhead suplex rocks Douglas!

MN: He's on fiiiiire!!!

[As Douglas stumbles to his feet, Beast moves in and kicks him with the gut, whipping him into the ropes and launching him on the rebound with a back body drop. A reeling Douglas wobblingly forces himself to stand, only for Beast to shove him into a standing headscissors, then snap him off the mat and drill him with one of the stiffest powerbombs known to man!]

DT: OH!!! BRUTAL powerbomb from Beast! He's covering!

One!

TWO!

THREE - NO, TWO POINT NINE!!!

MN: MEGATRON KICKED OUT!!!

DT: I thought he was Waspinator.

MN: No way, that powerbomb would've killed Waspinator. Only Megatron can take that stuff, yo.

DT: Oh.

[Raising an arm to the roaring crowd, Beast pulls Douglas up from behind and sets him up an inverted facelock position, taking ahold of one of his arms.]

DT: Looks like we might see the Test of Faith here!

[As Beast winds up to deliver the move, Douglas suddenly drops down and hits the mat on his back, scissoring his legs upward to kick Beast in the chest and push him back into the ropes! As Beast stumbles off the ropes, Douglas sweeps him into a victory roll!]

DT: ROLL-UP BY DOUGLAS!!!
ONE -
TWO -
THREE - NO, BEAST KICKED OUT!!!

MN: WOW!!! That was CLOSE, Dave!

[Both men pop to their feet, each looking fired up. Beast moves in and fires off a punch, but Douglas blocks and answers with a flurry of jabs and low kicks that back Beast up against the ropes. From there Douglas whips Beast off the ropes, catching him on the rebound with a jumping lariat!]

DT: HUGE clothesline from Troy Douglas! He's getting back in control!

MN: Megatron's rockin' the house!

[As Beast tries to move in for another offensive, Douglas shuts him down with a kick to the gut. He then slaps a front facelock on Beast, signalling the crowd with his free hand!]

DT: We could see the Broken Dream here!!

[Douglas quickly brings Beast up for the Broken Dream; however, Beast swings his weight downward and brings himself back down to his feet, then presses in close and knees Douglas in the gut. He then hooks him in a standing headscissors, reaching down to underhook the arms!]

DT: Looks like Absolution time -

[Before Beast can underhook the second arm, Douglas pulls Beast's legs out from under him, knocking him onto his back. From there, Douglas catapults Beast into the nearest corner - but Beast manages to get his hands out to grab the ropes, just barely blocking himself from hitting the turnbuckle. Douglas turns and throws a clothesline, but Beast ducks it and backslides him in a fluid motion!]

DT: BACKSLIDE by Beast!!!

One -

TWO -

THREE!!! BEAST DID IT!!!

MN: Talk about your out-of-nowhere finishes!!!

[SFX: *DINGDINGDING* - Bell rings as Beast rolls out of the ring.]

WINNER: Beast