DT: Folks, this next match could be a match that defines a career! Troy Douglas has fought long and hard to get to the top, and if he can defeat World Champion Christian Sands, nobody will be able to doubt him as a main event contender! 

MN: Ah, good ol' Megatron. Let's see how long he lasts against the Sandymaaaaan! 

DT: The Megatron gag got old three or four shows ago. 

MN: No way. My jokes are ALWAYS fresh. Now Biggie-size my fries 'fore I smack you. 

DT: *sigh* Let's just start the match. Tony Fatora, take it away! 

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

[Cue up: "Dark Machine" - Paul Oakenfold. The lights in the arena go out; the GlobalTron lights up with an image of Christian Sands gazing down from a distance, his face illuminated as if by car headlights through a window. After the first fourteen seconds of the song, a red strobelight kicks in. Smoke machines begin blowing a drifting mist horizontally across the ramp as Christian Sands emerges, striding down the ramp with the mist curling about his feet. He vaults into the ring over the top rope and stretches his arms briefly before boosting himself up to a turnbuckle, seating himself there facing inward to await his opponent.] 

TONY FATORA: Introducing first... He hails from Barrie, Ontario, Canada... He weighs in at two hundred and seventy pounds... He is the reigning Empire Pro Wrestling HEAvyweight Cham-pion of the World... CHRRRRRRRRISTIAAAAAAAAAANNNNNN... SAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNDSSSSSSS!!! 

[Cue up: "Kashmir" - Led Zeppelin. The fans pop loudly as Troy Douglas strides down to the ring, vaulting over the top rope and stretching his arms.] 

TONY FATORA: And his opponent... He hails froM Greensboro, North Carolina... He weighs in at two hundred and sixty pounds... TRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOY... DOOOOOOOOOOUGLAAAAAAAASSSSSSSS!!! 

[SFX: *DINGDINGDING* - Bell rings.] 

DT: And folks, I'd wager that what you're going to see is a very even match-up. Sands outweighs Douglas by ten pounds, but Douglas has an extra two inches of leverage, so it balances out somewhat. 

[Sands and Douglas circle for a moment. They lock up, each man jockeying for position. Sands drops to the canvas and clips Douglas' leg, vaulting over him to shoot for the arm, but Douglas grabs for Sands' neck and flips him over onto the canvas. He tries for a headlock, but Sands pushes him into an armbar. Douglas bridges out of it to take Sands down with an arm drag.] 

DT: Impressive display of chain wrestling from these two! 

[Douglas holds onto the arm drag, locking in a tight armbar. However, Sands grabs Douglas' near leg and pulls him down to the mat, bridging over for a one count. Douglas pushes himself up and responds with a backslide for a one count. Both men come to their feet. Douglas leads in with a right hand, which Sands ducks, coming up behind the Greensboro native. As Douglas turns, Sands opens fire with a stiff knife-edged chop, drawing "WOOOOOOO"s from the crowd.] 

DT: Oh, Sands with that big chop! 

MN: He's treating Troy Douglas like a woodpile! 

[The impact causes Douglas to recoil. Sands keeps on him, firing away with more chops to push Douglas into a corner. Douglas attempts to cover up, but Sands just slugs him and drapes Douglas' arms over the ropes, then delivers two more chops.] 

DT: Sands just hammering away relentlessly, not allowing Douglas to muster any offense whatsoever! 

MN: That's why he's World Champion! Once Sands takes control of a match, he'll keep it! 

[Delivering another chop for good measure, Sands grabs Douglas by the leg and drags him out of the corner. He drops a pair of elbow across the leg before picking Douglas up and whipping him to the ropes. As Douglas rebounds, Sands goes low and takes out the leg with a chop-block.] 

DT: Looks like the champion's done his homework, as he's attacking the leg and knee Douglas injured about a year ago. 

MN: You THINK old injuries heal, but you're never a hundred percent, huh? 

DT: Exactly. 

[Sands cradles Douglas' head and pulls him to his feet, only to take him down with a Russian legsweep. From there he grabs Douglas' leg and sets it on the middle rope, straddling it and boosting himself up to drop all his weight down across the bad knee! Douglas rolls away from the ropes, holding his knee in pain.] 

DT: Oh, Sands coming down hard onto that knee of Troy Douglas! 

MN: Looked like he sat on it. Teehee. 

[Unrelenting as always, Sands advances on Douglas, but the former Throwback rolls Sands up in a small package.] 

DT: Wait, SMALL PACKAGE by Douglas! One - TWO - Sands kicks out! 

MN: Close one! 

[Both men come to their feet. Sands shoots in to take out Douglas' leg, but Douglas kicks him in the face, stunning the Canadian. From there Douglas whips Sands into the ropes and decks him with a heavy clothesline. With Sands down, Douglas pauses for a moment to stoop and adjust his kneepad.] 

DT: Douglas on the attack now with the big clothesline, but he's definitely feeling pain in his knee. 

MN: And why wouldn't he? Sands has been hammering the thing all match long. 

[With the pad adjusted to his satisfaction, Douglas grabs Sands and picks him up, Irish-whipping him into the corner and charging in to hit a clothesline. From there Douglas scoops Sands off the mat and delivers a hard bodyslam, following up with a tandem of elbow drops across the World Champion's neck and chest. Sands rolls to his hands and knees, and Douglas pulls him up before dropping him to the mat on his head with a hard implant DDT!] 

DT: Ooh, big implant DDT by Douglas, as he's working over the neck to set up the End Of The Road! 

MN: He's a headbusta! 

[Dragging Sands into the center of the ring, Douglas heads to a corner and climbs the ropes. As he reaches the third turnbuckle, however, Sands rolls to his feet and charges the corner, wrapping Douglas up and hurling him to the canvas in a fisherman's suplex!] 

DT: OHHHH NO! Douglas went up but got fisherman's-suplexed off the top! 

MN: They're BOTH down! 

DT: That move took the wind out of both men! Whoever gets up first here could take control of the match! 

[Slowly, Sands and Douglas rise. Sands fires off a right hand, but Douglas blocks and hits Sands with a hard forearm. Another forearm follows, and Douglas whips Sands into the ropes, taking him over with a hiptoss - or trying, rather. Sands anchors his leg around Douglas' and fights it. Douglas tries again, but Sands slugs him and chopblocks the leg.] 

DT: And Sands goes right back to Douglas' previously-injured knee. There's the psychology of the champ coming into play, as he targets a body part and keeps on it. 

[Sands drops a pair of knees across Douglas' leg. He quickly flips the taller man over, slamming Douglas' knee into the canvas with authority and drawing a yell of pain from the Greensboro native. Taking this as a good sign, Sands repeats the procedure, evoking another yell. He then drags Douglas up by the leg, hitting the bad knee with a brutal shin breaker!] 

DT: Douglas' knee has got to be killing him right now. Sands' assault has been completely relentless. 

MN: He's a machine, man. Like one of those guys from the Matrix. AGENT SANDS REPRESENT, YO!!! 

DT: Et tu, sci-fi dork? 

MN: Man, that Trinity is a fox. Rrowr! 

[Holding Douglas' leg up, Sands drives the toe of his boot into the back of Douglas' knee repeatedly. An idea suddenly crosses his mind, and he smiles thinly, flipping Douglas over and stepping over to apply a Scorpion Deathlock!] 

DT: SCORPION DEATHLOCK! The submission favored by one of Troy Douglas' boyhood heroes, Hornet! Sands is trying to psyche Douglas out AND make him tap! 

MN: THE MATRIX HAS YOU, DOUGLAS!!! TAP!!! TAP!!! 

DT: Douglas is in pain here! This is a deadly hold, tearing apart Douglas' back and legs! 

MN: Good! That's what Douglas gets for not taking the red pill. 

DT: Look at Douglas pushing himself off the canvas, trying to alleviate the pressure on his back and legs by straightening his spine! 

MN: Aw, he's doing push-ups. What is this, Bally's? 

DT: Douglas trying to fight to the ropes! 

MN: THERE ARE NO ROPES! THERE IS NO SPOON! 

DT: Do you MIND? 

MN: Hey, it's not MY fault you took the blue pill. 

DT: YES! Douglas gets to the bottom rope! Referee Pat Jones calling for the break - Sands gives it to him! 

[Reluctantly, Sands releases Douglas from the Deathlock. However, he keeps Douglas' leg gripped in one hand. He roughly drags Douglas into the center of the ring and applies an anklelock, dropping to one knee!] 

DT: Oh, now an ANKLELOCK by Sands! 

MN: Stupid Mr. Douglas! Every man who's ever fought an Agent has lost! 

DT: Notice how Sands is on one knee as he applies the hold! This allows him to keep a firm vertical base, making it more difficult for opponents to reverse the submission! 

MN: He's a smart cookie! 

DT: Douglas trying to fight it! Again pushing himself up, trying to straighten his leg - but Sands continuing to twist that ankle! 

MN: BREAK IT OFF, AGENT SANDS!!! SNAP HIS FOOT OFF!!! SEND IN THE SENTINELS!!! 

DT: Douglas crawling towards that bottom rope! Almost there - SANDS PULLS HIM BACK INTO THE CENTER OF THE RING! 

MN: It's SO over! 

[No it ain't. Clenching his teeth, Douglas flips over and drives his free foot into Sands' face several times, forcing him to break the hold. Sands immediately tries for an anklelock again, but Douglas drop toe holds him, sending him falling chest-first across the top rope! From there, Douglas grabs Sands' legs and pushes him to the outside before falling into a corner, holding his leg in pain.] 

DT: Douglas still in the fight! Sends Sands to the outside to buy himself some valuable time to recover! 

MN: Chicken, that's what he is! 

DT: Give me a break! Douglas' leg has been worked over since the start of the match! He needs to give it time to heal! 

MN: BLARGH! 

[On the outside, Sands pushes himself to his feet, shaking himself off. He slides back into the ring. Douglas pushes himself unsteadily to his feet and immediately tackles Sands, hammering away with huge right hands. Sands manages to scissor Douglas off of him, but the Greensboro resident rolls across the mat, dropping an elbow on Sands' face.] 

DT: Big elbow from Douglas! But notice he didn't stand all the way before dropping that elbow, and most of his weight was on his good leg. 

MN: Yeah, 'cause Sands killed his other leg. 

[Pulling Sands to his feet, Douglas whips him into the ropes, catching him on the rebound with a neckbreaker drop. From there, Douglas sets Sands up in a standing headscissors, jerking him to the mat headfirst with a brutal stump piledriver!] 

DT: PILEDRIVER by Douglas! The cover! 

One - 

TWO - 

Shoulder up for Sands! 

MN: Like I said, no human can beat an Agent! 

DT: The One can. 

MN: Douglas ain't the One, Wendyman. Keanu Reeves is, and he doesn't wrestle for this company. 

DT: *sigh* 

[Quickly, Douglas grabs Sands and whips him into the corner, limping over to chop the heavier man several times to a chorus of "WOOOOOOO"s from the crowd. Grunting, Douglas sets Sands on the top rope and goes up after him, hooking him up for a superplex. However, Sands hooks his legs around the top rope and will not go down.] 

DT: Douglas trying for a superplex here, but Sands won't let him get it going! 

MN: Of course not, Biggie Size! If I were up there I wouldn't let him superplex ME, either! 

[Balling one fist, Sands punches Douglas in the gut several times. He then hooks the other man and boosts him onto his shoulders in a sitting position, leaping off the top to KILL Douglas with a leaping sitout powerbomb! However, he comes down onto referee Pat Jones, who takes a tumble!] 

DT: OH MY GOD!!! TOP-ROPE FLYING POWERBOMB FROM SANDS TO DOUGLAS!!! 

MN: AW, TAG, YO! DOUGLAS IS DONE!!! 

DT: Wait a minute - there's no official to make the count - and LOOK WHO'S COMING THROUGH THE CROWD! 

[As Sands comes to his feet, the crowd suddenly roars. Cut to ringside, where Lindsay Troy wades out of the crowd and climbs the ropes behind Sands. She puts two fingers to her mouth and whistles. Sands turns... and walks right into a missile dropkick from Troy!] 

DT: OH! TROY WITH THE MISSILE DROPKICK TO THE CHAMPION!!! She's paying him back in front of her hometown for what Sands did to her last week- 

MN: RAAHR!!! 

DT: Wha- NOW look who it is! 

[Troy rolls out of the ring as Sands recovers and tries to chase her. He gets something entirely different, as BEAST charges out of the crowd and into the ring to level Sands with a huge spear! As Troy works up the crowd on the outside, Beast grabs Sands and hooks him up, then DESTROYS him with an Absolution in the center of the ring! As Sands folds over in the ring, Beast slides out under the bottom rope, and he and Troy wade back through the crowd.] 

DT: IT'S BEAST!!! BEAST IS HERE, AND HE JUST DELIVERED THE ABSOLUTION TO CHRISTIAN SANDS!!! 

MN: BULL!!! BULL!!! DQ!!! DQ!!! CALL THE DQ!!! 

DT: I don't think referee Pat Jones saw what happened! 

[In the ring, everyone but Sands is coming to. Not aware of what happened, Douglas picks up Sands' prone form and drags him to the corner. where he hooks him up and takes him off the top with a double underhook piledriver!] 

DT: END OF THE ROAD!!! DOUGLAS HITS THE END OF THE ROAD!!! THE COVER!!! 

ONE!!! 


TWO!!! 



THREEEEE!!! MY GOD, TROY DOUGLAS HAS JUST PINNED THE WORLD'S CHAMPION!!! 

MN: BECAUSE OF BEAST!!! RAAHR-BOY HANDED THE MATCH TO HIM!!! 

[SFX: *DINGDINGDING* - Bell rings.] 

TONY FATORA: Here is your winner... TRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOY... DOOOOOOOOOUGLAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSSSS!!! 

DT: What a great moment for Troy Douglas, as his victory over Sands here tonight leaves no doubt in my mind that he IS a main event contender! 

MN: Aw, be quiet! Sands got screwed! He would've won had Beast not cost him the match! 

DT: What about Lindsay Troy? 

MN: ...Well, I forgive her 'cause she's a hottie. 

DT: What?! 

MN: How can you stay mad at a face like hers?! 

DT: You're such a pervert. 

MN: Besides, I bet Beast put her up to it! Told her he wouldn't make her feel the RAAHR anymore unless she cost her dreamboat the match. 

DT: DREAMboat? 

MN: She LOVES Sands, man! Did you se her face when he kissed her? She's just playing hard-to-get! 

DT: Oh, baloney. In any case, a huge win here tonight for Troy Douglas, as the future is certainly looking up for him. 

MN: Yeah yeah, Megatron needs more energon. 

DT: We've got to head to break, folks, but when we come back it's our main event of the evening! Beast and Jonathan Marx, NEXT!