TONY FATORA: The following contest is now a triangle match, to be contested under elimination rules! Already in the ring... The man known as JOOOOOOOOOOOOOHN... DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOE!!!
[Cue up: Long Way Home by Super Tramp. Kevin enters the ramp way with a nonschalant swagger. A towl covers his face from site, while his head hangs low. He takes his time making his way down to the ring. He slides into the ring and readies himself for the match.]
TONY FATORA: Introducing the opponents! First, from San Antonio, Texas... Weighing two hundred and thirty-seven pounds... KEVIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIN... WATSOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNN!!!
[The image of blood drips over the live feed of the entranceway on the 'Tron for those live in attendance, and over the live view of the entranceway for those at home watching on television. The opening drum beats of Black Label Society's "We Live No More" begin playing, and mist pours out from behind the entrance curtain. About 40 seconds into the song, when the vocals enter over the guitars, Cliff Young walks out from behind the curtain with Jesse White in tow. Cliff, sporting his black leather biker jacket over his tights, walks slowly down the ramp towards the ring while Jesse follows suit. Cliff rolls into the ring, and Jesse hops up onto the apron. Jesse steps over the top rope and into the ring while Cliff runs the ropes for a few seconds. The two meet in the middle of the ring, and then Cliff turns his back to his friend, dropping to a knee while his extends his arms out to the side. Jesse raises his fists into the air, and the two pose as flashbulbs go off all through the crowd. "We Live No More" begins dying down, and Cliff gets to his feet, sliding his jacket off and handing it to Jesse. Jesse steps over the top rope and to the ringside floor as Cliff is checked out by the referee for foreign objects.]
TONY FATORA: From Boston, Mass... Weighing in at two hundred and fifty pounds... CLIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIFF... YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNG!!!
[SFX: *DINGDINGDING* - Bell rings]
DT: And this spur-of-the-moment matchup is under way! Mr. Ryan, are you sure you haven't stacked the odds too heavily against John Doe here?
RYAN: Nah, he can handle it.
[He's right. Doe immediately charges Young and Watson, decking them both with a double clothesline. Not wasting a moment, Doe grabs Young by the hair and wheels him into a corner, running to flatten him with a back elbow, then rolling out of the corner to spinkick Watson down to the canvas. The crowd roars.]
DT: What a spinkick by Doe, as he's all fired up and keeping both Young and Watson on the ropes!
MN: He's a house afire already!
[With a grunt, Doe scoops Watson off the mat and drops him in the Tree of Woe in an empty corner. He heads to Young's corner and slugs him, then Irish-whips him across the ring, sending him caroming into the upside-down Watson! Watson falls out of the Tree of Woe, and Young staggers backwards, allowing Doe to catch him with the Amnesia Attack!]
DT: OH! Amnesia Attack by Doe! The cover! One! Two! THREE!!!
MN: That was fast!
[SFX: *DING* - Bell rings once]
TONY FATORA: KEITH YOUNG HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!
DT: It's down to Watson and Doe now!
RYAN: And here you thought the odds were against him.
DT: Apparently not.
RYAN: Have a little faith in the Ego Buster, Dave. I know what I'm doing.
[Calmly, Doe walks over and picks Watson up by the head. He Irish-whips him into the ropes, but Watson ducks the Amnesia attack, only for Doe to land on his feet. As Watson rebounds, Doe spears the living hell out of him and slugs away, then brings him to his feet fluidly and drills him to the canvas with a running DDT!]
DT: There's a big DDT on the fly from Doe, as he's totally dominating Kevin Watson right now!
MN: It'll be over any minute now!
[Picking up Watson, Doe slugs him in the mouth, then whips him off into the ropes. This time, he's able to connect with the Amnesia Attack!]
DT: THERE IT IS!!! AMNESIA ATTACK!!! The cover!!! One! TWO! THREE!!! JOHN DOE HAS DONE IT!!!
[SFX: *DINGDINGDING* - Bell rings]
TONY FATORA: Here is your winner... JOOOOOOOOOOOOOHN... DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOE!!!
DT: What a victory for John Doe, as he defeats two men effortlessly!
RYAN: Yeah. If you'll excuse me...
[Ryan gets up from the booth and slips back into the ring. He approaches Doe and says a few words to him, then grabs Fatora's mic.]
RYAN: Kevin... Cliff... Listen up...
[He passes the Mic to Doe.]
DOE: YOU'RRRRRRRRRRRRE... FIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIRED!!!
[HUGE crowd pop! Watson and Young, who have both rolled to the outside, exchange looks, then limp sulkingly to the back. Cue up: "(Sic)" - Slipknot as John Doe climbs a turnbuckle, playing to the roaring crowd!]
DT: Welcome back to Aggression! Folks, up next we've got a match between Stephen Waltz and Troy Douglas, two of Empire Pro's best and brightest stars!
MN: There's a lot of history between these guys. Douglas has won two matches in which Waltz was involved, but Waltz has never been directly pinned.
DT: That's right, Mike. Waltz is out to avenge Douglas' first two wins, and Douglas is out to become the first man ever to pin young Stephen Waltz. What say we go to the ring?
TONY FATORA: Ladies and gentleman, the following contest is scheduled for one fall.
[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 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: Introducing first, being led to the ring by Terry "The Idol" Anderson, from Kokoma, Indiana, and weighing in at an impressive two hundred and forty four pounds, please welcome....SSSSSTEEEEEEEEPHEEEENNNNNNNNNNNNN..... WAAAAAAAAAAAAAALLLLLLTTTTTTTTZZZZ!!!!
DT: Stephen had an impressive first outing last week, winning controversially against Tyrone Walker when he got attacked by Eric Dane.
MN: This guy's good, I can tell you that. But he might have more than he can handle going against Troy Douglas.
["Kashmir" by Led Zeppelin introduces Tory Douglas. He stands proud in the entranceway, his eyes fixed on Waltz in the ring. He walks down slowly, keeping things his pace and making Waltz wait. Rolling under the bottom rope, Troy stretches in the corner, before giving himself over to the referee for a foreign object check]
TONY FATORA: And his opponent, weighing in at two hundred and sixty pounds, hailing from Greensboro North Carolina, this.... Is....TRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOYYYYYYY DOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUGGGGGGLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSS SSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!
MN: Troy’s won a lot of titles over his career, but he’s been a little unlucky thus far in Empire.
[After checking both men, the ref rings the bell. Tentatively, Douglas and Waltz circle each other, before locking horns in a collar and elbow tie up. The larger Douglas pushes Waltz back into the corner, breaking cleanly when the ref steps in. They lock up again in the centre of the ring, Douglas again pushing Waltz back, but as the ref tries for the clean break, Waltz reverses Douglas into the corner, before punching him in the gut and hiptossing him out to the centre of the ring]
DT: Great show of strength there by Waltz, sending the larger man over with ease it looked like.
MN: Yeah, but Troy pushed him back. Both guys have footballing backgrounds, and both are very similar. Whoever wins this one deserves it.
[Shrugging off the impact, Troy rises quickly. The two combatants lock horns again, this time Troy locking in a side headlock, grinding Waltz’s neck. Waltz moves himself and Douglas back to the ropes, and tries to slingshot him off; to no avail, however, with Douglas again wrenching in the headlock. Waltz connects with three forearms to the kidneys, pushing Douglas away, before charging in with a clothesline]
DT: Douglas ducking the clothesline. As Waltz rebounds... NICE back body drop there. Waltz rises, and Douglas cuts him off there with a kick square to the side of the head.
MN: Nice action so far. Douglas off the ropes... nice drop toe hold. Must be painful.
DT: What?
MN: Dropping your toes.
DT: How long do you spend working on those?
MN: About an hour per show.
[Waltz floats over, locking in a side head lock of his own. Troy rolls out of it, locking in a hammerlock, which Waltz immediately counters with a hammerlock himself. He drives his knee into Douglas’ shoulder, applying more and more pressure, as Douglas cringes in pain, shifting his position on the mat. Waltz follows him, keeping the hold on, before rising, stomping on Troy’s shoulder. Waltz then lifts Douglas, hooking him in a front face lock, which Douglas counters with a northern lights suplex!]
DT: One... TWO.... Kickout at two there. Easy kick out by Waltz, as Douglas now looks to mount some offence.
MN: Douglas’ shoulder’s gotta be hurting after that, yo.
DT: Here.
MN: Huh? [Papers can be heard being ripped] A yo-yo?
DT: [whistles]
[Oblivious to the frivolity amongst the announce team, Douglas rises, scoring with a clothesline, shaking out his left shoulder, trying to get the blood flowing again. As Waltz gets to his feet, Douglas kicks him in the gut, moving behind Waltz, and hitting a powerful tiger suplex, shaking his arm again on the mat. As he and Waltz get to their feet, Douglas throws a punch, hitting Stephen squarely in the jaw. Another right, and Stephen stumbles back to the ropes. Troy whips him to the other side, leapfrogging him on the rebound]
DT: Spinebuster switches the momentum back to Waltz.
MN: Hey, this is fun.
DT: The match?
MN: No, the yo-yo. Man, this is great.
DT: Grr....
[Floating over into a cover, Waltz gets a two count. Lifting Douglas off the mat, he plants him with a THUNDEROUS DDT, before lifting him again, whipping him into the far corner. He moves in slowly, connecting with three hard rights, before driving his shoulder into Douglas’ gut repeatedly. A snapmare out of the corner, and Waltz somersaults over, snapping Douglas’ neck and head over. Troy holds his head, yelling in pain, as Stephen focuses back on the shoulder, applying an arm bar and driving his elbow into Douglas’ shoulder]
DT: Waltz here working over the shoulder with those shoulders... nice arm wringer there. And not a word out of you, Mike.
MN: Me?
DT: I’m ignoring you.
MN: I bet Douglas wishes he could ignore that pain. Having your shoulder driven into the corner like that has gotta smart.
[Douglas slumps into the corner, as Waltz lifts him to the top rope. Mounting the corner, Waltz finds himself smacked right across the face, as Douglas fights back with some purely powerful punches. Stunned, Waltz can’t help but be pushed off the ropes, as Douglas readies himself on the top strand]
DT: SHOOTTING STAR!!! One... TWO... THRKICKOUT!! And Douglas looks groggy after that, taking his time to set Waltz up... snap suplex out into the centre of the ring by Douglas.
MN: Sweet move there, that shooting star. Better than some big guys who try that. It’s soo easy to break your neck with that one. Douglas now with a fist drop.
[Building momentum, Douglas lifts Waltz up, slamming him to the mat, dropping a quick elbow to the sternum. Moving to the corner, Douglas waits for Waltz, charging in with a tackle. Waltz, however, sidesteps, as Troy crashes into the ring post shoulder first. Pressing the advantage, Waltz applies another arm lock, stretching Douglas’ shoulder. With a veteran move, Douglas grabs hold of the rope, forcing the break. The ref reprimands Waltz, who moves in, ignoring the stripe-shirted one, only to be met with a kick to the gut, followed by a turning kick to the head]
DT: Douglas following up with a...what IS this?
MN: Looks like a spin to me.
DT: A giant swing? Not often you see one of these. Round and round and round and round they go, where Waltz stops... face first slingshot into the corner. Douglas holding on...NICE variant on the backbreaker, using Waltz’s momentum out of the corner to drop him straight across Douglas’ knees.
[Douglas lets Waltz slump to the mat, laying in some quick boots to the back. Dragging Waltz to the centre of the ring, Douglas signals to the crowd with a cut-throat, before stepping through Waltz’s legs, turning him over into a Scorpion Death Lock. Waltz screams in pain as Douglas leans back, the ref checking to see if Waltz wants to give up]
DT: Scorpion Deathlock - shades of Hornet here! Waltz in pain here... fighting it... he’s CRAWLING to the ropes. GREAT back and forth action, this is what Empire Pro is about.
MN: Making it... YES!!!
DT: Waltz making it to the ropes?
MN: No, I got the yo-yo rewound. And I thought you were ignoring me.
DT: .... I hate you, you know that?
[Breaking the hold, Douglas lets Waltz use the ropes to get to his feet. Both men breathe heavily, as Douglas kicks Waltz in the gut. He whips him into the far corner, charging in, only to meet the pads, as Waltz steps to the side. On the rebound, he catches Douglas with a belly-to-belly suplex...but he’s too tired to go for the cover!!]
DT: Both men down, and the ref starts the count. One...
Two...
Thee...
Four...
Five...
MN: WOW, these two have been close. Neither man able to get a definite advantage here.
DT: Six...
Seven... Waltz makes it to his feet. He lifts Douglas up, and SCORES with a stiff forearm. Whips Douglas to the ropes.. Douglas ducks under... BIG powerslam there by Waltz. One...
TWO...
THR... NO!! A looong two count there, and Waltz can’t believe it!!
[Enraged, Waltz slaps the mat, telling the ref that it was a three count. Behind him, Douglas recovers somewhat, rolling him up in a backslide]
DT: TWO... NO!! Kickout by Waltz that time. Inside cradle by Douglas...reversed by Waltz... two count.
MN: Aww, man, this is too good. Even makes me want to put down the yo-yo.
DT: YEEE-HAAAW!!!!
MN: It was you who gave me the yo-yo, man.
DT: ...damn you.
[Both men rise quickly. They exchange right hands, until Waltz manages to rock Douglas, whipping him in to the corner. He follows in, only to be met with a boot to the face. Douglas quickly puts Waltz into a standing headscissors, hooking his arms as he climbs to the second rope]
DT: END OF THE ROAD!!! One...
TWO...
THREE!!! TROY DOUGLAS WINS IT!!!
[Sound effect: Bell Ringing. *dingdingdingding*]
TONY FATORA: Your winner.... TRRRROOOOOOOOOOOYYYY..... DDOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGLLLLLLLLLAAAAA ASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!
DT: A GREAT showing there by two of the best and brightest in this industry. Troy Douglas becomes the first man to pin Stephen Waltz, but Waltz was unlucky there not to walk away with the victory.
MN: Yeah. THAT’S the reason to watch Empire Pro. You get the best and brightest.
DT: Yes, the wrestlers ARE good, aren’t they?
MN: Yeah, and so’s this...
DT: DON’T SAY YO-YO!!!
MN: I was gonna say the next match had some more of the best and brightest.
DT: Well, in that case, you're right. When we come back, it'll be the Tag-Team Titles on the line! That's next!