[Cut back from commercial, after Beast, Sands, and Suicide have all made their respective entrances. The fans look completely energized for the matchup.

DT: Well folks if you're just joining us, we've got a good one comin up! All three men are circling each other sizing things up. 

MN: Well it's just plain unfair. Sands should have had a bye to the finals!

Suicide suddenly makes a beeline for Christian Sands, but Beast steps in his path and delivers a kick to the midsection. Suicide doubles over momentarily but quickly regains his composure and slugs it out with Beast in the center of the ring. Sands rests in a neutral corner and lets a smile tug at the corner of his mouth as his two opponents battle it out.

MN: See, that's what I call an intelligent.

DT: Intelligent, but cowardly. Sands taking the safe approach and letting the other two men go at it here.

MN: That's what I said...

Beast begins to get the upper hand and repeatedly staggers Suicide with straight right hands, backing him up into the ropes. Beast quickly whips Suicide in the other direction but his motion is reversed and Beast goes into the opposite ropes. He comes back with a clothesline that sends Suicide to the mat and he quickly rolls out of the ring to regain his senses.

DT: Big clothesline by Beast! Suicide is reeling!

MN: What a cheater.

DT: What are you talking about?

MN: He obviously raked his eyes!

DT: …it was a clothesline, for crying out loud.

MN: So?

DT: Forget it.

Beast goes to the ropes and glares down at Suicide as the crowd cheers loudly for the fan favorite. Suddenly out of the corner of his eye, Beast sees Christian Sands smiling broadly at him and they lock eyes for the first time. Beast backs his way into the middle of the ring as Sands walks out to meet him. Both men get face-to-face and jaw at each other as the crowd eats it up.

MN: Come on! Knock him out!

DT: The crowd is digging this showdown in the middle of the ring as these two men are having a rather heated exchange verbally right now!

As both men continue to talk, Suicide slowly makes his way in from the opposite side of the ring. Simultaneously both Sands and Beast turn and run at Suicide, double clotheslining him back out of the ring to loud crowd approval.

DT: Big double clothesline and apparently these two are working together after all... um... never mind...

Sands goes to Beast as he plays to the crowd with his back to the ring and drives a boot into the back of Beast's knee, causing it to buckle. Sands continues to stomp away at the knee until finally Beast falls to the mat, one arm clutching his knee and the other grasping at the rope. Sands drops an elbow with his full weight on the knee and twists it under him, holding it in a vice as the ref calls for the break.

DT: Sands is using his weight advantage here and going hard to work on that knee. Very intelligent wrestling here.

MN: I told you, the man's a genius.

Sands breaks the hold and drags Beast back to the center of the ring. He goes for an elbow across the throat, but Beast rolls out of the way. A visibly annoyed Sands comes back to his feet and viciously stomps the knee two more times in quick succession.

MN: The champ doesn't like it when you move, Beast. Stay there like a good little challenger.

DT: Um, Sands isn’t the champ...

MN: You mean he’s not the champion YET…

DT: Well that’s a matter for conjecture.

MN: Yeah, yeah… Mr. College Degree.

Sands drags Beast to his feet and backs him into the corner. He unleashes two vicious chops across his chest, then whips him toward the opposite corner but Beast stumbles halfway and goes down favoring his bad knee. As Sands goes to follow up, Suicide rolls back into the ring and clotheslines him from behind. Suicide stomps away at the back of Sands' head, then turns and stomps Beast's knee for good measure.

DT: Looks like the two inside the ring forgot all about Suicide and now they're paying the price.

MN: See, that's what I've been saying all along. Suicide is a very intelligent man. I had faith in him from the beginning.

Suicide pulls Beast to his feet and in one motion violently throws him head first toward the ropes, sending him sprawling over the top and to the concrete. Suicide turns and stands over Sands and looks down on him with a smirk, then suddenly spits on his back. Suicide pulls Sands up by the hair on the back of his head and sends him into the ropes. Using his momentum, Suicide leaps into the air and pulls Sands down with a textbook hurricanrana and goes for the pin....

One....

Two...


.. kickout. 

DT: Close call there!

MN: Holding my breath... holding my breath…

DT: I thought you wanted Suicide to win?

MN: Nah, Sands' too smart to let that happen....

Suicide leaps up immediately and goes to the nearest corner. He climbs to the top and comes flying off the top rope with a frog splash across the chest of the Sands.

DT: Big move by Suicide right here! 

One...

Two...

Thr... kickout.


DT: NO!!!

Suicide slaps the mat in frustration and goes immediately back to the top rope. He looks toward Sands but out of the corner of his eyes he sees Beast starting to grab onto the ropes in an effort to come to his feet. At the last second, Suicide turns and leaps toward Beast hitting a devastating missile dropkick that sends Beast into the steel steps and knocks the wind out of Suicide as well.

DT: Big big move by Suicide!! He's in full control of this match right now!!

MN: My GOD! I haven't seen Suicide go after a man like this since the last time Jared Leto was in town!!

DT: What the hell is that supposed to mean?!?!

MN: I dunno....I'm just saying.....

DT: Retard...

Suicide slowly makes it to his feet but surprisingly so does Beast who is suddenly showing signs of anger. He nails Suicide with a two quick right hands then suddenly whips him into the steel post, crumpling Suicide to the mat in pain. Beast pulls Suicide to his feet when suddenly to the surprise of both, Christian Sands catapults himself over the top rope down on top of both men.

MN: HOLY SH!!!

DT: UNBELIEVABLE MOVE BY CHRISTIAN SANDS!!!!

MN: (yelling over the crowd buzz) See!! I told you Sands was too smart for these clowns!!

As all three men lay on the floor, the Empiretron lights up and a countdown appears.

DT: What’s this??

MN: It’s a countdown or something.

DT: I can SEE that, Mike, but what’s it for??

The countdown begins at 10 and slowly ticks down to 0. When it reaches 0, the number starts to glow intensely and then fades out.

MN: Okay, that was incredibly pointless.

DT: We don’t have time to ponder it now though. The competitors are stirring!

All three men slowly come to their feet. Sands takes a shot at Suicide, sending him leaning back against the guardrail. Beast swings at Sands, spinning him half way around to put one hand on the rail to steady himself. Suicide fires back at Beast, dropping Beast to a seat against the apron. Suicide musters all the energy he can and dropkicks Beast in the face up against the apron shooting the top half of his torso under the ring so that only his body from the waist down can be seen.

DT: Big time action from these men!! No one is backing down!!

Sands gets to Suicide before he can turn back around and locks in a full nelson and then snaps him over with a release German suplex that sends Suicide sprawling onto the entryway/aisle down to the ring.

DT: Sands dropped Suicide right on the back of his head!! I don’t know if he can come back from that one! Right on the concrete!!

MN: My man’s got him right where he wants him!!

DT: Would you make up your damn mind already?!?

MN: I HAVE!! I’m with Sands all the way! I think…

Sandss drags a limp Beast out from under the ring, when suddenly Beast pops up and drops right back down with a jawbreaker.

DT: Beast was obviously playing possum there, Mike!

MN: That’s the brains my man!

DT: I’m really getting tired of you.

MN: What do you mean??

DT: Just. Shut. Up.

Beast walks around the ring toward the announce table and shoves the timekeeper off of his chair. He takes the chair and raises it high overhead to the crowd’s delight as he approaches the side of the ring where Sands and Suicide are both laid out. Suicide rises first and ducks a Beast chair shot and goes for a superkick, but Beast ducks as well and this time cracks Suicide right between the eyes with a wicked shot. Beast turns and runs at Sands, but Sands rolls under the bottom rope into the ring to escape the assault. Beast takes the chair with him and walks back to the other side of the ring and begins to put the chair back down near the timekeeper, then thinks twice and takes it with him as he climbs up onto the apron slowly.

DT: Looks like Beast’s gonna take in the great equalizer!!

MN: Well Beast’s a sma…

DT: Don’t even finish that sentence…

The ref runs over to Beast and starts to wrestle the chair away from him, but Christian Sands somes flying in to attack Beast and accidentally takes out the ref as well.

MN: WHOOOO! ANOTHER REF BUMP!

Beast watches as Sands comes to a stand and slowly, wavering, throws a weak punch in his direction that barely grazes him. Sands drops to a knee and Beast once again looks around with indecision, when with all of his strength Christian Sands throws his arm up and hits a low blow, crumpling Beast to the mat in front of him. 

DT: Sands is busting out the dirty tricks!!

MN: Come on!! Come on!!

Sands gets to his feet and with all the energy he can muster, puts Beast into a standing headscissors. He motions to the crowd and goes to raise Beast but he doesn’t have the strength and Beast comes back down into a standing position. In one motion he kicks Sands in the midsection and then drops him with a high-angle double underhook face buster.

DT: Absolution! Absolution! He nailed it!

MN: NO!! KICK OUT SANDS!!

Beast appears to be about to go for the pin when Suicide comes from out of nowhere and attacks Beast. Beast fights back, but Suicide gains the upper hand. He gets Beast up for the Burning Hammer, but all of a sudden a masked man comes running out from the back. He hauls ass all the way down the ramp until he's in the ring with the three combatants.

MN: What the hell is this??

DT: I have no idea Mike...

As soon as Suicide takes notice of the individual, he drops Beast and focuses his attention on the man. The masked man flies in with a kick to the Suicide's midsection, following it up with a flatliner-like move. The fans roar their approval.

DT: OH MY GOD... I know where I've seen that move before...

MN: Heh... me too man...

The masked man revives the ref, then slides out of the ring without hesitation. Beast throws an arm over the fallen suicide, making a cover. 


.. 


.. 

3!!!

MN: I can’t believe Suicide’s gone!!

DT: Believe it! Beast is one step closer to making his dream come true!!

MN: Never!!


WINNERS: BEAST AND SANDS


After the bell rings the masked man comes back into the ring, this time a microphone in his hand. 

Man in mask: To quote one of the greater men this sport has ever seen... "enough is enough, and it's time for a change!" Suicide, you've been injuring people right and left around here lately, and quite frankly, that ends TONIGHT! You want some aggression??? Well you've got it!!!

The man takes off his mask to reveal that he is none other than Cameron Cruise. The fans in attendance go insane at the revelation. Cruise soaks in the cheers, then rolls out of the ring to exit through the crowd.

DT: MY GOD!!! CAMERON CRUISE!?!?! HERE IN EMPIRE PRO????

MN: AND HE JUST COST SUICIDE THE MATCHUP!!! WHAT A DORK!

DT: All hell has broken lose!!!

MN: Seriously... we need better security!

DT: Good God!! What the hell is Sands doing?!

Through all the commotion, Sands gets to his feet and attacks the fallen Beast. He lifts him up to his feet in preparation for something...

MN: He’s making sure he’s got the advantage at Aggression, Thomas!!

DT: Beast has just won a hard-fought match and now he’s got to go thru this?! It’s not right!!

MN: Who cares??

DT: Sand Blaster!! He just laid Beast out!!

MN: A message has been sent here tonight, Thomas!! No on… NO ONE… is going to get that belt before Christian Sands!! And don't piss off Cameron Cruise... cuz he'll run in on one of your matches and dump you on your head!

DT: By God... what a show to set up our pay per view!!! This is pure mayhem!!!

(Fade out as Sands stands over the fallen Beast with a malicious look on his face.)