DT: Folks, this next match - 

[CUE UP: "Sharp Dressed Man" - ZZ Top, interrupting Dave Thomas' introduction.] 

DT: - Wait a minute, what's this? 

MN: Don't know anyone here who uses this music! 

[CUTTO: The stage. The video wall is showing clips of mesmerized little kids staring out at the crowd and hot bikini-clad women in the throes of passion. The crowd boos furiously as Dean Matthews prances through the curtain in his cheesy white suit, top hat, and shades, doing a little jig before raising his arms to set off a flood of gold and white pyro behind him.] 

MN: Oh... HIM. 

DT: Folks, it looks like we're about to hear from "The Show Stealer" Dean Matthews, a man who's been making a nuisance of himself in promotional segments recently! 

MN: And he's coming over here! 

DT: Wha- Oh, uh, there's an extra- 

DM: Yeah yeah, I found it, I found it. 'Sup, pimps? Naw, don't answer that. 

DT: Uh, glad to have you at our announce table, Dean. 

MN: What's the deal, hombre? 

DM: Just chillin', Mikeman. Thought I'd come out here to scope out some of the good ol' ackalaction. 

MN: Heh, ackalaction. That's awesome. 

[The lights dim as the voice of Jamie Madrox booms over the PA and the beats kick in beginning Twiztid's "Where It's Goin Down." A single spot light shining down at the entrance way shows Tyrone Walker walking from behind the curtains and to the edge of the entrance way where he stops to scan the building, taking in the entire view for a moment. As the moment passes he turns his attention back to the ring and begins to casually stride to the ring making sure to take his time before he reaches the ringside area. Taking a few quick steps he leaps from the floor to the ring and hurls himself over the top rope and landing on his feet. Taking a few steps into the ring he shuffles over to the farside corner and leans casually into the turnbuckles as he waits...] 

DT: Folks, this matchup should be an interesting one between these two newcomers to Empire Pro! Tyrone Walker gives up about forty pounds to his opponent, Michael Gettis, but judging from the intensity in his eyes he'll fight tooth and nail regardless! 

DM: 'Course he will, yo. He's SUPER INTENSE!!! 

MN: Aggro-intenzity? 

DM: Hey hey hey! Quit shilling other feds before I throw this Met-Rex Energy Shake at you! 

(CUE UP: “Headbusta” by lil’ scrappy. As the music starts to blare Michael Gettis steps out from the back. He stands in the entrance way for a second staring at the ring jumping up and down psyching himself up. A row of pyro goes off behind him and he briskly struts to the ring.) 

DT: We haven't heard much from Michael Gettis recently, but apparently he's a solid competitor who should give Walker a run for his money. 

DM: And his music rules too. We some headbutt! We some headbutt! We done knock your head out, we some headbutt! 

MN: It's headbusta, not headbutt. 

DM: Sounds like headbutt to me. 

[SFX: *DINGDINGDING - Bell rings.] 

[Gettis and Walker immediately move to lock up, but Gettis staggers Walker with a right hand, following by knocking him down with a headbutt.] 

DM: See? Headbutt. 

MN: But that's not the song - bah, nevermind. 

DT: Oh, big headbusta - I mean, headbutt from Gettis! 

[Walker quickly rolls to his feet. Gettis moves in after him, but Walker quickly waistlocks him and pushes him into the corner, then pulls back and absolutely SMOKES him in the face with one of the stiffest forearm shots in recorded history. Gettis' eyes dim, and he stumbles out of the corner, where Walker takes him down with a discus punch.] 

DT: I think that forearm just turned Michael Gettis' lights out! 

MN: Well, if the forearm didn't, the punch did! 

DM: Are you sure his name isn't Tyrone Tyson? 

[Grimly, Walker pulls Gettis up by the head and lays into him with some stiff rights and lefts, then steps back to slam the big man upside the chin with a snap kick. Gettis slumps to his knees, only to find himself hitting the mat on his side as Walker nearly beheads him with a BRUTAL roundhouse kick!] 

DT: My God! That roundhouse was absolutely vile! 

DM: His head almost got busted right off his neck! 

MN: Ouch! He'll never be the head of a major corporation! 

[Rubbing the side of his head, Gettis slowly pulls himself to a standing position. Walker quickly goes on the offensive, peppering Gettis' right shin with swift kicks before stunning him with a jawbreaker, then scoring with a dragon sleeper. From there Walker applies a half-crab, but Gettis quickly reaches the ropes, forcing the break.] 

DT: Half Boston crab by Walker - no, he had Gettis too close to the ropes! 

MN: Close, but no banana! 

[As Gettis rises again, Walker sets himself up, then scores with a baseball slide to Gettis' right knee, staggering the big man. Again, Walker waits for Gettis to stand, then throws a big spin kick - but Gettis catches him at the last second, drags him in, and dumps him up and over with a monstrous fallaway slam!] 

MN: Ooh! 

DT: Big fallaway from Gettis there, as he tries to turn this match around! 

DM: Don't faaaaall awaaaaaaay... leave me to myself... don't faaaaaall awaaaaay... leave life leave life in my hands, in my- 

MN: Hey, Fuel! Nobody plays that song anymore! 

DM: I do. And since you all want to be like me, you should too. 

[Reaching down, Gettis adjusts his right kneepad as if to block some of the pain in his knee, then scoops Walker up and body slams him with authority. The big man presses the attack by picking Walker up again, going for a suplex. Walker floats through and comes down behind Gettis, waistlocking him and pushing him against the ropes before falling back for a roll-up!] 

DT: Wait, roll-up by Walker! One - TWO - No, Gettis kicked out! 

MN: Wooh! Close one! 

[Both men roll to their feet. Walker throws a punch, but Gettis ducks it, spinning Walker back around before heaving him up to MAUL him with a brutal spinebuster that nearly puts a hole in the canvas! With a roar, Gettis gestures to the ceiling before climbing up to a turnbuckle.] 

DT: We could see the Big Tyma here! 

DM: The rappers? 

MN: The finisher! 

[However, 'tis not to be - Walker kips up to a crowd pop, then sprints up the ropes like a cat, hooking Gettis up before flinging him off with a move that appears to be an unholy combination of a moonsault and a uranage!] 

DT: OH! SKY-WALKER CONNECTS!!! 

DM: ...What the canuck was that? 

MN: The Sky-Walker! Looks like a, uh... what, a uranage and a backflip or something. 

DM: Looks more like two guys falling out of a tree. 

[The impact of the unorthodox Sky-Walker leaves Gettis sprawled on the canvas. Walker wastes no time, picking Gettis up and lifting him Falcon Arrow-style before seguing into a reverse brainbuster, dropping Gettis right on his head!] 

DT: THERE IT IS!!! THE BROKEN ARROW!!! THE COVER!!! ONE - TWO - THREE!!! WALKER WINS IT!!! 

MN: WHAT A MOVE!!! 

[SFX: *DINGDINGDING* - Bell rings.] 

DT: What a match for Tyrone Walker, as he puts away Michael Gettis with relative ease! 

DM: Yeah yeah. Excuse me, fellas... 

[As Walker's music plays, Matthews removes his headset, picks up his cane, and swaggers to the ring, grabbing the ring announcer's mic as he slips between the ropes.] 

DT: Now what's he up to? 

MN: Gonna crash Walker's victory celebration, I bet. 

MATTHEWS: Hey, great stuff there, kiddo. You sure know how to take a bunch of normal moves and mash them together. And I mean that. That Luke Skywalker move was really something. But there's a problem - THESE FANS DON'T CARE!!! That can change, though. All you gotta do is become my pal, and I'll help ya out. Heck, I like ya - so I'll even waive the service charge. Whaddaya say? 

DT: Oh lord. 

MN: What a maroon! 

[Walker simply looks at Matthews for a long moment, then turns away and walks towards the ropes.] 

MATTHEWS: 'S'cool. Give it some thought - 

[Without warning, Matthews is cut off as Walker turns and superkicks him into next week! The impact of foot against chin is caught by the mic, causing the smack to echo throughout the arena. The crowd cheers like mad for the gesture. Walker smirks faintly, then turns and departs.] 

DT: OH! 

MN: He just superkicked Matthews' head off! HAH! 

DT: Well, he deserved it. 

MN: These fans certainly DO care. See? Listen to 'em! They loved that! 

DT: Folks, the referee's helping Matthews to the back - and with that, the show must go on!