DT: Our next match was originally scheduled to be a fatal four-way, but with Jonathan Marx having been released and Mayhem out after being attacked by Suicide, it's down to one-on-one action!
MN: Just goes to show how unpredictable things can be in this business. You never know what's going to happen next!
DT: No indeed. Adam Benjamin has been extremely impressive during his EPW tenure and a win tonight would only further cement his status.
MN: Eh, he's alright. Nothing impressive.
DT: Well, you're entitled to your opinion. even if it is wrong. Let's go to the ring!
["Diamond Is Forever" by Jay Z blasts over the PA system as out walks Mike Diamond to a chorus of boos... He stands on the entry way sucking it all in with a smile and then walks down to the ring. Diamond comes up to the apron and hops up on it and climbs through the ropes as he looks ready for action...]
MN: Now, HERE is a real superstar in the making!
DT: Mike Diamond certainly is a cocky individual but I don't really see that working in his favor here tonight.
["Lose Yourself" by Eminem begins to blast as "Yours Truly" Adam Benjamin makes his way slowly to the ring. Adam is wearing two English flag bandana's one that cover his head and the other that covers the lower part of his face revealing only his stone cold eyes. Adam makes his way into the ring and stands firm in his corner waiting for the bell to ring.]
DT: And Adam Benjamin is getting a great response from this crowd!
MN: Shows what these rubes know!
[SFX: Bell rings.]
[Mike Diamond rushes over to attack Adam Benjamin but is met with a swift kick to the midsection. Benjamin rams Diamond's head into the turnbuckle and then takes him down with a fireman's carry. Diamond gets to his feet and tries to taunt Benjamin into rushing him but "Yours Truly" will have none of it. Diamond finally loses his composure and goes after Benjamin, only to take another vicious kick to the midsection.]
DT: Mike Diamond better get his emotions under control or he's going to find himself on the losing end of this match real fast!
MN: Bah! It's just a few kicks! He can take it!
[Benjamin plays up to the crowd for a second before hooking Diamond up and then taking him up and over with a vertical suplex. He covers, but Diamond kicks out at 2. Benjamin smoothly rolls to his feet and pulls Diamond up. He unleashes a quick snap kick to Diamond's midsection and then follows up with a roundhouse kick to the face, sending Diamond head over heels across the ring.]
DT: Wow! Can you believe the power behind those kicks?!
MN: I can't believe Diamond is getting his ass handed to him like this!
DT: Welcome to the big-time, Mike Diamond!
[Benjamin walks over to where Diamond is laying and nails him with a few soccer-style kicks to the ribs. He then pulls Diamond up and pumphandle suplexes him back down. He drops down on top of Diamond and goes for the cover, but Diamond is too near the ropes and is able to get a foot on the bottom one to break the pin. Benjamin, looking slightly annoyed, pulls Diamond up again and executes an overhead belly-to-belly suplex. Benjamin then signals to the crowd.]
DT: Adam Benjamin is calling for something here..
MN: This can't be good. He's destroying Mike Diamond!
[The crowd claps and cheers wildly as Mike Diamond slowly, but surely, tries to stand up. He falters several times and finally seems to be on the verge of regaining his senses when Benjamin suddenly charges across the ring and unleashes a wicked Shining Wizard that has the crowd "ooh"ing and "aah"ing throughout the arena.]
DT: What a Shining Wizard from Adam Benjamin!!
MN: Mike Diamond's gonna need an orthodontist after that!!
DT: Benjamin's not finished though!!
[With the crowd still cheering wildly, Benjamin picks up the still-dazed Mike Diamond and pulls him into a standing head scissors. He picks Diamond up for a powerbomb but turns into a powerbomb at the last second.]
DT: BENJAMIN DRIVER!! HE NAILED IT!!
MN: This can't be good!!
[Benjamin covers his opponent and hooks a leg and the referee drops down to make the count: One! Two! Three!]
DT: Adam Benjamin has won this match!! He DOMINATED Mike Diamond!!
MN: He'll get his someday! I know it!
Winner: “Yours Truly” Adam Benjamin
[Fade backstage... inside the personal dressing room of Rochester Vincent Daymon, which he shares with his wife. Daymon, sitting on the edge of a plush chair, is geared up and ready, finishing the laces on his shoes. His pads are all strapped on, and besides wearing a black Punisher Skull Logo t-shirt, he looks ready to go into the ring at any second. In a simple word, Rocko Daymon looks pumped.]
[There's a knock at the door. He looks up. The shadow of his wife crosses the room as she goes to answer the door.]
Caitlyn: I'll get it...
[Pan to the left, revealing Caitlyn and her fineley shaped figure in leather pants and a blue Hawaiian shirt as she turns the doorknob and opens the door. On the other side is the CEO of Empire Pro, Paul Freeman.]
Freeman: Hey, Rocko! Sorry to bother you.
Daymon: Freeman... please, come inside.
[Nodding, Paul walks in. The camera follows him as he comes into a seat next to Rocko's.]
Freeman: I think... I made a mistake.
Daymon: A... "mistake"?
[Rocko smirks.]
Daymon: Listen to me, Paul... you knew exactly what you were doing when you signed me into this match against Maelstrom. If you look back on that decision now as a "mistake", then I doubt your credibility as a man who can control this federation. This will be the biggest match of the evening... perhaps the biggest until the World Title match at Black Dawn... A "mistake", Mr. Freeman? Not the way I see it. This match has been off and on since the moment you made that announcement, and I'll be damned if you pull the plug on it again. I've trained... I've gotten into my mindset... I am READY to beat Maelstrom, and you aren't going to deny me of that...
Freeman: No, Rocko, you misunderstood me! The match isn't a mistake... I mean, I made a TECHNICAL mistake, and I felt I should pass it on to you.
Daymon: Oh... then explain.
Freeman: Well, you see, at every show, I have to give a small script to the entrance crew... which basically just cues the effects with the lights and music, you know?
Daymon: Yeah, I'm aware with it. What's the problem?
Freeman: Okay... earlier today, I was doing yours. And, by accident, I had the fireworks and red flare begin at the CHORUS instead of the intro!
Daymon: Hmm... I see how that can be a problem. Caitlyn and I wouldn't want to step out onto the stage while there's an inferno taking place.
Freeman: Yeah, so you see my problem...
Daymon: So why are you talking to me? Couldn't you just call those guys on their walkie talkies, and tell them to correct your little blurb?
Freeman: Unfortunately, it's not that easy. I have to meet with Mr. Ryan in five minutes, and I don't have the time to run down there and back to my office. So...
Daymon: ...you want me to take care of it personally.
Freeman: Yeah. I'm really sorry about this...
Daymon: No problem. It's my entrance we're talking about, after all.
[Rocko comes out of his seat, and Freeman stands as well. Rocko looks to his wife.]
Daymon: I'll take care of this matter... shouldn't take more than a few minutes.
Caitlyn: Okay.
[The two men step out of the room, followed by the camera, and amble through the hallways.]
Daymon: So where am I headed?
Freeman: The tech guys are set up in the power room... that way they can control the lights, you know?
Daymon: Uh huh... can't say I've ever been there in this arena.
Freeman: Yeah, it's underground... through a lot of tunnels, and whatnot. You could easily get lost, and I don't want you to be late for your match. How about we step into my office, and I give you the blueprints. When you look at the layout, you'll see it's quite easy to find the place.
Daymon: Sounds good. So, they control all the fireworks, music, and lights from this one room?
Freeman: You bet... everything's fed to them through monitors. Has to be timed perfectly...
Daymon: Yeah, I suppose it has to...
[They arrive at their first destination... Freeman's office. The lights are off.]
Freeman: Hm... I don't remember shutting the lights off when I left. Oh well... must be the janitor.
[Freeman opens the door and enters, leaving Rocko in the hallway. He hits the switch, giving life to the lights. Immediately, something is noticably out of place. A mist hangs about the room, as if a man had walked through while puffing at a cigar.]
Freeman: Wow, what a smoky room! Must have been that janitor. Somebody needs to read those NO SMOKING signs out in the hall! What arena hires employees who can't follow arena customs? Ah, well... what this room needs is a little ventilation.
[Freeman goes to the wall, and turns on the fan. Nearby is his filing cabinet. He opens the top shelf and starts sifting through various blue prints. After a moment of analyzing through the various rolls, a puzzled expression crosses over his face.]
Freeman: That's funny... everything except the basement layout is here, and that's exactly what I was looking for. It was here when I left.
[Shaking his head and giving up, Freeman closes the drawer and turns around to face Rocko Daymon.]
Freeman: Well, sorry, Rocko, but I guess you'll have to be looking for it on your own after all. Maybe I'll have a techie escort you so you don't go...
[As he turns around the entire way, he sees that Rocko Daymon has disappeared.]
Freeman: ...missing?
[Fade out, as Paul Freeman is left standing in his smoky office, scratching his head.]