MN: Every match has been either a squash or a no-contest. We're sorry.

DT: Fortunately, these next few matches will make it all up to you - starting with this very next contest, in which we'll meet the newest addition to Empire Pro's roster!

MN: Oh, that Stevie Tango guy?

DT: Stephen Waltz, actually. If you haven't heard of Stephen Waltz yet, you're in for a treat. This young man has been making a huge splash in the wrestling world, holding the GXW Television Title longer than virtually anyone in that promotion's history short of Nate Logan.

MN: And with a grizzled veteran like Terry Anderson in his corner, he can't go wrong!

DT: You never know. He's facing some stiff opposition in Tyrone Walker, a man who's made major waves in Empire Pro.

MN: Walker's a badass, man. That guy's an innovator, and he won't take sh(FCC) from anyone.

DT: *ahem* Family show.

MN: Ah, the boys in the truck will beep it out. We're on seven-second tape delay, remember?

DT: Don't sass at me, Neely. Let's go to the ring.

TONY FATORA: Th' following contest is scheduled for one fall!

[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...]

TONY FATORA: Introducing first, from the mean streets of Detroit, Michigan... He weighs in at two hundred and thirty pounds... This issss TYYYYYYYROOOOOOOONNNNE WAAAAAAALKEEEEEEEERRRRRRRR!!!

[At the sound of the impactful "One Armed Man (Play On)" by Project 86, the stage becomes the origin of a spectacular laser light show of blue and white shades of color. From the entrance, Terry "The Idol" Anderson steps into the spotlight, meeting the crowd with a stern pose, flexing the muscles hidden under his leisure suit. Coming to his side is the young newcomer, Stephen Waltz, who steps into the light and looks around with his arms on his waist.]

[The face of the young Waltz looks excited, and eager to be in the ring. His manager, Anderson, flashes him a thumbs up, and does a little dance with the music. Stephen shows him the smile, returns the gesture, and starts down the ramp. Along the way, both men high five several members of the audience stretched over the barricade.]

[At the ring, Stephen slides in under the ropes. Terry goes up to the apron. As Waltz comes back to his feet, his manager calls him to the corner, where he's given words of encouragement from the veteran, Terry Anderson. With a proud slap on his shoulder, Terry gives him another smile, and goes down to ringside. After some stretches to get himself prepared, Stephen Waltz kneels into the corner and says a little prayer before getting ready to fight.]

TONY FATORA: And making his Empire Pro Wrestling debut... He is from Kokomo, Indiana... He weighs two hundred and forty-four pounds and is accompanied by Terry "The Idol" Anderson... He isss SSSSSSSTEPPPPPPPPPPHENNNNNN... WAAAAAAAAAAAAAALTZ!!!

[SFX: *DINGDINGDING* - Bell rings.]

[Waltz and Walker briefly circle before shooting in for a collar-and-elbow tie-up. Waltz rolls Walker to the mat with a textbook headlock takeover, but Walker matrixes out and takes Waltz down with a leg clip. Rapidly, Waltz rolls onto his back and brings Walker to the canvas with a drop toe hold, looking for a side headlock; he gets it and wrenches it in.]

DT: There's a little chain wrestling from Waltz, the accomplished college athlete!

MN: You can tell the kid's eager to be out there.

[Grunting, Walker heaves himself to his feet with Waltz still latched onto him, scooping him up for a back suplex, but Waltz floats through and comes down to snap a sleeper on the other man. Walker immediately drops to a sitting position, holding Waltz's head in his hands; the result is a reverse jawbreaker that stuns Waltz. As the Kokomo native stumbles back, Walker rolls to his feet and dropkicks him in the face, knocking him down.]

DT: Great elevation on that dropkick from Walker, as he's looking to take the advantage in the early going!

MN: When's he gonna bust out the Luke Skywalker, man?

DT: It's called the SKY-Walker.

MN: ...Ohhhhhh. So it's ANAKIN Skywalker.

DT: *sigh*

[Encouraged by the rooting of Terry Anderson, Waltz kips to his feet - but goes down again as Walker decks him with a spinning kick. Again Waltz rises, and Walker swings at him with a clothesline; however, Waltz quickly ducks, slipping behind Walker to take him down with a hard German suplex. Holding his head, Walker rises to his feet, only for Waltz to spear him down with authority.]

DT: Big spear by Waltz! Looks like that football background of his is coming into play.

MN: Man, the kid hits like a linebacker!

[Grabbing Walker by the tights, Waltz drags him to his feet and delivers a crisp gutwrench suplex. A reeling Walker rolls to the bottom rope to escape, but Waltz pursues him, picking away at his back and ribs with hard stomps before reeling him in and delivering a hard belly-to-belly!]

DT: Belly-to-belly from Stephen Waltz! Looks like the momentum has shifted to the newcomer!

MN: This is definitely Walker's toughest match yet. Virtually every other match he's had, he's put the other guys away without a whole lot of fuss.

[Waltz is no dummy; he immediately capitalizes by moving in to scoop Walker up, dropping him across his knee with a pendulum backbreaker. Walker collapses to the mat. A faintly-smiling Waltz cradles Walker's head and picks him up, but Walker recovers and sweeps the other man down with a rough DDT. Waltz's head is spiked off the canvas, and he flips over onto his back before rolling out of the ring, where he lands in a heap on the floor. Terry Anderson rushes over to help his client up.]

DT: Ouch, Walker with a DDT!

MN: Waltz has GOT to be seeing stars after that one!

[Spying Waltz and Anderson on the outside, Walker smirks, then cartwheels to the opposite ropes, rebounding to backflip smoothly out over the top rope and land squarely on both Anderson and Waltz! The crowd pops HUGE, and a "Ho-ly sh*t! Ho-ly sh*t!" chant starts up.]

DT: SPACE FLYING TIGER DROP!!!

MN: HOLY SH(FCC)!!!

DT: What an AMAZING move by Tyrone Walker, taking out both Waltz and Anderson with one move!

[As the crowd continues to roar, Walker grabs Waltz by the head and smashes his face off the ring barricade, then grabs him by the arm and Irish-whips him into the ring steps! Waltz slams into the steps and goes tumbling over them to land in a heap at the foot of the entrance ramp. Walker rolls back into the ring to avoid the ten count, then immediately hits the ropes and springboards out at a now-standing (albeit unsteady) Waltz with a senton that connects squarely!]

DT: TOPE ATOMICO SUICIDA!!! Walker is INSANE! He's busting out high-risk moves a mile a minute!

MN: And it's paying off! Waltz is off-balance! Walker's hitting him so fast, he doesn't know WHAT to do!

[Walker doesn't relent for an instant. He grabs Waltz by the neck and whips him face first into the ring post, nearly knocking the young man senseless! Callously, Walker rolls Waltz into the ring, then slingshots back into the squared circle to drop across Waltz with a leg drop, covering.]

DT: Oh, slingshot legdrop back in for Walker! The cover!

One -

TWO -

Waltz kicks out!

MN: Walker's still got some work to do, I guess.

[Not wasting a moment, Walker picks Waltz up by the neck, Irish-whipping him into the ropes and catching him on the way back with a rolling heel kick that fells the other man like a tree. Walker promptly drags Waltz to his feet again and whips him into a corner, charging in for a jumping clothesline. However, 'tis not to be; Waltz sees him coming and sidesteps, causing Walker's face to hit the top turnbuckle. Walker's chin snaps back, and he topples backwards out of the corner - straight into a MAN-SIZED half-nelson suplex from Stephen Waltz!]

DT: OUCH! HUGE half-nelson suplex there, as Waltz takes advantage of a missed maneuver from Walker!

MN: That thing was brutal! He dropped Walker right on his head!

[Holding the back of his neck with his left hand, Walker rises to his feet, only for Waltz to move in and snap him to the canvas with a quick suplex. Waltz holds on and scores with a second snap suplex before bringing Walker up for a full-out vertical suplex, which connects with more impact than the previous two snap suplexes. From there, Waltz floats over into a cover.]

DT: Pinning predicament off the series of suplexes!

One -

TWO -

Walker gets the shoulder up!

MN: Close one! Waltz is taking it to him in there!

[With a light huff, Waltz brings Walker up with a front facelock applied, then brings him up as if for a suplex, only to drop him on his face and chest with a modified facebuster! From there, the former college football player drops a leg across the back of Walker's neck, then picks him up and whips him into the ropes, nearly beheading him on the rebound with a hard lariat!]

DT: Huge lariat from Waltz!

MN: I think Walker did a 360 thanks to THAT one!

[Waltz moves in quickly and stuffs Walker into a standing headscissors, signalling to the crowd that it's time for the Last Waltz - his patented inverted powerbomb. However, Walker grabs Waltz by the legs and pushes himself up, back body dropping Waltz over the top rope! Without even thinking, Walker slingshots himself to the outside to drop down onto Waltz with a body press, catching Terry Anderson with one foot as he comes down!]

DT: LAST WALTZ - NO, WALKER BACKDROPS WALTZ OUT! And now the SUICIDE BODY PRESS!!!

MN: Walker's a MANIAC!

DT: And he caught Anderson with that one, too!

MN: Again?!

[Both men roll slowly back into the ring, coming to their feet. Waltz throws a punch, but Walker blocks and punches Waltz in the mouth. Waltz retaliates with a hard chop, only for Walker to punch him back. However, a figure suddenly jumps out of the crowd and over the barricade, rushing into the ring to clobber Waltz with a clothesline in plain view of the referee! Immediately, the zebra-shirted official signals to the timekeeper. SFX: *DINGDINGDING* - Bell rings!]

DT: ...What just HAPPENED?

MN: Someone took out Stephen Waltz!

DT: But why? The match was perfectly even! Neither man had an advantage! It's not as if he was saving Walker or anything!

MN: Who IS he, anyway?

[A furious Tyrone Walker looks down at the recovering Waltz, then over at the newcomer. The unknown man flashes Walker a wink and a smirk before slipping out of the ring and strolling to the back.]

TONY FATORA: Ladies and gentlemen... Your winner by a disqualification... STEPPPPPPPPPHENNNNNNN... WAAAAAAAAAAALTZ!!!

DT: I don't understand this at all! The match was going perfectly fine until this stranger attacked Stephen Waltz for no reason!

MN: Whoever he is, it looked like Walker recognized him.

DT: Hold on... I'm getting word from the back that the mysterious newcomer is named Eric Dane!

MN: I think I've heard of him...

DT: We've got to go to a commercial, but we'll be back in short order! Don't go away!