TONY FATORA: The following tag-team contest is scheduled for one fall!
[The arena goes pitch black. Silence ensues, and the opening chords of "The Final Countdown" pulse from large speakers. The song continues into it's opening lines as the phrase "A New Time Has Come" flickers in white splendor across the large screen above the ramp. The song progresses, but as soon as "The Final Countdown" is heard for the first time, fireworks launch from either side of the ramp, and MATT JOHANSSON and BRIAN STORMS appear. They both clamber toward ringside, amidst a shower of boo's from the crowd. They shrug the boo's and slide under the ropes. STORMS climbs a turnbuckle and JOHANSSON climbs the opposite one. They both shout obscenities at the angry fans.]
TONY FATORA: Introducing first... At a combined weight of two hundred and seventy pounds... Bryan Storms... Matt Johansson... SSSSSSSSECOOOOOOOOOONNNND... COOOOOMIIIIIIIIIIIIING!!!
[The arena darkens slightly as the hunched creature known as GOLEM scrambles to the top of the ramp. He holds his claw close to his chest and looks warily at the crowd. At his entrance, they begin to hail him with garbage. Suddenly, "Hurt" by Nine Inch Nails blares, and X-ECUTIONER strides from the back room. He and GOLEM move toward the ring collectively. GOLEM crawls onto the mat as STORMS and JOHANSSON begin cirling. X-ECUTIONER makes his way up the steps, one by one. He hops over the top rope effortlessly, and his huge frame shudders the ring's foundation. GOLEM slides through the ropes and waits on the ringside. STORMS laughs with conceit and he too slides to the outside.]
TONY FATORA: And introducing the challengers... Making their Empire Pro Wrestling debuts... At a combined weight of five hundred and twenty-three pounds... X-ECUTIONERRRRRRRRRR ANNNNNNNND GOOOOOOOOOOLEEEEEEEMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!
[SFX: *DINGDINGDING* - Bell rings.]
[X-ECUTIONER stands tall. JOHANSSON circles in an athletic pose. He pounces at X-ECUTIONER, a fist aimed between his eyes. X-ECUTIONER barely dodges the more agile JOHANSSON's punch, and lets his body sag into the ropes behind him. He propels off, and tries a massive forearm shot to the face. It cuts the air as JOHANSSON ducks. He sends a quick jab at X-ECUTIONER's ribs. X-ECUTIONER hardly winces, as JOHANSSON boots him in the gut. This curls X over - and JOHANSSON hooks his arms in a chicken wing. He starts to drop into a DDT, but X gives resistance. He tries again - X stands straight, and sends JOHANSSON flipping over him! He bounces off the top rope and rag dolls his way toward the pavement. At this point, the ref calls a slow 10 count. JOHANSSON slowly gets on one knee. All of a sudden, BAM! X hits a Flying Elbow Drop against JOHANSSON's head! JOHANSSON gets pounded into the pavement. X scrambles to his feet - JOHANSSON is limp.]
DT: What an elbow from X-ecutioner! Johansson's feeling the hurt from that one!
MN: That guy's a BEAST!
[The ref watches closely. X walks up the steps, then back into the ring. JOHANSSON does not move.]
...5!
...6!
[A small gesture is noticeable - JOHANSSON begins to moves his hand...then his arm.]
...7!
DT: Johansson had better hurry up, or he'll be counted out!
[STORMS shouts at the top of his lungs, "C'mon, Matt! Get up!" JOHANSSON has now managed to push himself up. He fumbles to get to his feet.]
...8!
[X tags with GOLEM. GOLEM crawls through the ropes with a fury, and runs the far rope - the one STORMS rests his muscled arms across. The ropes pull back with GOLEM's mass - STORMS is knocked onto the pavement. He lands on his feet, and angrily pushes back onto the side of the ring, grabbing at GOLEM who stares at him evilly. GOLEM is slightly too far for STORM's reach.]
..9!
DT: It's gonna be close...
[JOHANSSON finally rolls onto the mat, holding his head.]
MN: About damn time.
[GOLEM eagerly pulls JOHANSSON to his feet. JOHANSSON staggers backward a little - too far, as X grabs JOHANSSON with a headlock from behind the ropes. GOLEM sniggers maniacally as he puts his jagged claw in the gaping mouth of JOHANSSON! He pulls with a vicious force - with his finger comes a splash of blood! GOLEM just tore the flesh inside JOHANSSON's mouth with The Claw!]
DT: MY GOD! THAT VICIOUS CLAW JUST SLICED THE INSIDE OF JOHANSSON'S MOUTH!!!
MN: THAT'S FREAKIN' SICK!!! DISQUALIFY HIM!!! THAT THING'S A WEAPON!!!
[The ref comes over and pulls X off of JOHANSSON. JOHANSSON drops to a knee and flops onto his stomach. He crawls slowly forward...a tag with STORMS appears to be his only option. GOLEM stands back and watches. He does nothing to stop JOHANSSON's slow movement. STORMS reaches in as far as he can without falling onto the mat. JOHANSSON inches closer and...A TAG IS MADE!]
DT: And there's the tag - and a welcome one, as Johansson's bleeding from the mouth from that HIDEOUS claw of Golem's!
MN: Stop dancin' around, ref! DQ! DQ! Second Coming wins!
[STORMS flies into the ring - he begins a flurry of punches, pummeling GOLEM's body. GOLEM is sent recoiling, punch after punch after punch. STORMS leaps onto GOLEM's face, and locks his legs. He drops backward and flips - Frankensteiner! STORMS immediately goes for the cover - He gets a count of 2, then GOLEM kicks out.]
DT: Oh, close call off the Frankensteiner by Storms!
MN: As long as the claw NEVER comes into play again. Ugh.
[They both scramble to their feet, and begin circling. STORMS looks winded from his onslaught, and GOLEM looks slightly beaten. Suddenly GOLEM reaches for a tag - then pulls STORMS into a front face lock - he drops quickly, DDT!]
DT: Ouch! Storms' head SPIKES off the canvas!
[X grabs STORMS by the hair, and pulls him to his feet. He applies an inverted face lock, and lifts into a suplex. He maintains the hold as GOLEM quickly climbs a turnbuckle. With a final guffaw, GOLEM leaps at STORMS - Cross Body Block! X and GOLEM fall together, GOLEM on top of STORMS. The ref pulls GOLEM out of the ring - X lifts STORMS' leg in a pin - JOHANSSON staggers onto the mat from the outside, and applies a heavy fist to the top of X's head. X drops the leg, and lays out - ON TOP OF STORMS! This could be it! JOHANSSON mightily peels X off of STORMS - then leaves the ring.]
DT: Smart move by Johansson, saving the match for his team.
MN: I still say this should've been a DQ win for the Coming as soon as Golem whipped out that whacked-out finger.
[The ref has finally gotten GOLEM to stay ringside, and comes back. STORMS manages to get to his feet - he runs the ropes and is about to come back for a Shooting Star Press, when JOHN DOE runs down the ramp! He grabs GOLEM by the ankles, and pulls - he hits his CHIN AGAINST THE RING! GOLEM is bleeding, and not moving. He is positioned so that his torso is mangled, and leaned against the apron. DOE rushes under the ropes, and begins punching X-ECUTIONER with heavy, mean fists!]
DT: WAIT A MINUTE!!! JOHN DOE JUST ATTACKED GOLEM AND X-ECUTIONER!!!
[The ref has seen all this, and calls the match!]
[SFX: *DINGDINGDING* - Bell rings.]
TONY FATORA: Here are your winners by a disqualification... X-ECUTIONERRRRRRRRR ANNNNND GOOOOOOOOOOOOOLEEEEEEEEMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!
DT: Oh, I see! Doe attacked Golem and X-Ecutioner to draw the DQ and cost Storms and Johansson the match!
MN: Why not just clock 'em with a chair?
DT: Well, he's crazy.
[DOE ISN'T FINISHED YET! He begins pounding STORMS in the chest, and ribs! JOHANSSON ducks under the rope and comes in with a Body Splash...DOE jumps aside, and begins kicking JOHANSSON in the back!]
[STORMS HITS A MOONSAULT ON DOE! DOE forgot to check his back, and STORMS capitalized with a beautiful Moonsault. STORMS is absolutely clobbering DOE! Huge boot's to DOE's head! JOHANSSON is hardly alive, but he's still fighting! He manages to stand with the aid of a nearby rope, and drops and elbow onto DOE's head! Things look bleak for DOE, when all of a sudden, AODHAN LORIGAN slides under the ropes! It is a complete massacre in there! AODHAN applies a standing head scissor to STORMS - with agility he lifts STORMS into a POWERBOMB! STORMS is not moving! AODHAN swings to his feet, and blocks a slow punch from the weary JOHANSSON - he counters with a massive Shoulder Tackle! Grabbing JOHANSSON by his hair, and pulling him to his feet, AODHAN slaps a monstrous hand around JOHANSSON's throat! Pushing his thumb hard, JOHANSSON begins to gag. AODHAN lifts and slams JOHANSSON into a powerful Under the Radar Chokeslam!]
[AODHAN looks around - X-ECUTIONER and GOLEM have left the ring, and made their way up the ramp. STORMS, and JOHANSSON are both layed out on the ground. DOE begins to stand.]
[DOE presses his foot on STORMS and rolls him out of the ring. He flops to the concrete. DOE lifts JOHANSSON to his feet - he has to hold him up. Grabbing him by the waist, DOE sets his feet - Snap Suplex! JOHANSSON tumbles through the ropes, and rolls onto the ground. DOE circles about, and facing AODHAN.]
[DOE looks angrily and he lifts a strong fist - then reaches out for AODHAN. AODHAN looks down at the offering, and then snatches the handshake!]
[JOHANSSON and STORMS have made their way up the ramp - they look at the ring, and wince in pain. Meanwhile, DOE turns and grabs the mic from Tony Fatora.]
DOE: Hey! Storms! You want to run around here costing me matches? How's it feel to be on the receiving end, you piece of sh(BOMB)? You know what? I want a piece of you, Storms, and I've already gotten Ryan to sign it! It's you and me at Unleashed - in an I QUIT match, with your buddy Johansson BARRED from ringside!
[A furious Storms yells a few obscenities up the ramp.]
DOE: Talk all the sh(BOMB) you want. But at Unleashed I'll make you pay for taking shots at me - 'cause buddy... I'M NOT JUST ANYONE... I AM JOHN!!! DOE!!!
[Violently, Doe throws down the mic, then turns and clasps hands with Lorigan as the two celebrate in the ring, leaving Storms and Johansson to slink to the back!]
DT: And the grudge between John Doe and Bryan Storms continues to heat up, as they'll face off in an I Quit match on Pay-Per-View!
MN: But won't that mean Storms could wrestle twice? He might get to the finals of the tag tournament!
DT: That is true... but he's a good athlete. He can handle it.
MN: I hope so.
DT: We've got to take a break! Don't go away! When we come back, it's Adam Benjamin and Tyrone Walker, non-title!