TONY FATORA: Ladies and gentlemen the following is a tag team contest, set for one fall. 

[Cue up: “The Final Countdown” by Europe. As the opening chords of "The Final Countdown" play, the arena goes black. As the introduction of the song continues, the words "A New Time Has Come" flash on the big screen above the ramp. As the words "The Final Countdown" are heard for the first time, an elaborate display of fireworks and lights signal the entrance of Matt Johansson and Bryan Storms. The two slide simultaneously under the bottom rope and pose on opposite turnbuckles, taunting the crowd.] 

TONY FATORA: Weighing in at a combined weight of four hundred seventy pounds, the team of “The Perfect Ten” Matt Johansson and “The New Icon” Bryan Storms.... Thiiisss iiiisssss...SSSSSSSSEEEEEEEECCCCCCCCCCOOOOOOOOONNN NNNNDDDDDDDDD....CCCCCCCCOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMIII IIIIINNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGG!!!!!!! 

DM: Last time we saw these two was in Nashville when they lost that Golem invitational match; LITERALLY the last time we saw them, as they’ve been totally mute since. Even calls from the office have been having a hard time getting through. 

MN: Well, Johansson is from Canada. 

DT: So’s our former Worlds Champion, Mike. I’m sure you don’t want him to come over and get you for that crack. 

MN: Erm... good point. OH, CANADA!! 

[CUE UP: “Dark Machine” by Paul Oakenfold. Christian Sands steps out onto the rampway, looking round as the crowd jeers him. He seems to be revelling in their hatred as “Dark Machine” fades into Led Zeppelin’s “Heartbreaker,” announcing the arrival onto the ramp of Lindsay Troy. Troy and Sands walk side by side, determined, to the ring, Sands sliding under the bottom rope as Troy vaults over them] 

TONY FATORA: Their opponents, weighing in at a combined weight of four hundred and forty pounds... they are the first Empire Pro Worlds champion and the “Queen of the Ring” respectively... CCCCCHHHHHHRRRRRRRIIIIIISSSSSTTTTTIIIIIIAAAAANNNN SSSSSSSAAAAAAANNNNNNNDDDDDDDDSSSSSSSS and LLLLLLLLLLLIIIIIINNNNNNNNNDDDDDDSSSSSSSSSAAAAAAAAA YYYYYY...TTTTTTTRRRROOOOOOOOOOYYYYYYYYYY!!!!! 

DT: Enough of Mike’s awful singing there, as Troy and Sands look one hundred per cent focused on their opponents this week. 

DM: It’ll be interesting to see how they work as a team, Dave. Storms and Johansson tag regularly, but other than War Games I don’t recall Sands and Troy teaming. They’re great singles wrestlers but tag teaming is a totally different kettle of fish. 

MN: Or fish sandwich, eh Burgerman? 

DT: You could do with eating some fish, Mike. It might give you some intelligence. Looks like it’s Sands and Johansson to start this match. Both men lock up, jockeying for position, as the heavier Sands looks to push his countryman back into the corner. The ref calling for the break... Johansson switches it, giving a clean break, almost taunting Sands. 

DM: Taunting may work in some cases, but against a cool customer like Sands, Johansson’s going to have to be careful. Mind games work both ways, and if yours aren’t working then you end up the one being frustrated. 

DT: True, as both men lock up again, this time Sands with a knee to the gut, followed by a hard hip toss. Sands drops the elbow, the cover...kickout at one by Johansson, as Sands again just smirks at him. They go to lock up again, this time Johansson with the go behind into a waist lock. Sands counters with a go behind, and a HUGE belly to back slam there takes Johansson down. 

DM: Sands using that weight advantage, as he lifts the smaller man up and whips him in hard to the corner where Lindsay waits. Look for them to cut the ring off here. 

MN: How’s that? 

DM: With scissors, idiot. 

MN: Really? 

DT: Leaving those two a minute, Sands has Johansson in a bad position, stomping away in the corner. Storms comes in, trying to get to his partner, but the ref stops him, as Troy leans over with the chord and chokes Johansson with it. Sands now picking up the smaller Canadian as the ref comes back over, whipping him into the opposite corner... what’s this about? 

DM: Letting him tag out can unsettle a team. 

DT: Ah. Storms now into the ring, as Sands tags out as well, and we have two fresh faces in the ring. 

MN: *slurp* erm... 

DT: Mike... stop drooling... 

MN: Can’t help it... 

DM: Yeah, Troy is a hottie; just as hot as the Empire Girls. 

DT: Dean, not you too. 

DM: And Troy using those sweet, sweet legs of hers to kick Storms as Thomas and Neely sit here gawking. Try doing your jobs, guys, ok? 

DT: erm... Troy scoring with some quick kicks to the ribs there, as Storms tried for the lock up. Lindsay now with a go behind, hooking her arm around Storm’s neck... NICE backbreaker there, using her speed and strength to drop him onto her knee there. Lindsay Troy now picking up the larger man, taking him back over to her corner, tagging in Sands now. Nice double team work there, as Sands leaps in, driving the point of his elbow down into the ribs of Bryan Storms as Lindsay holds him prone. 

MN: She can hold me any day. 

DM: Good strategy there from Troy; remembering the battering Storms took in the Golem invitational, she and Sands are focusing on his ribs. 

DT: Dean’s right there, as Sands picks the smallest man in the match up, swinging him down in a pendulum backbreaker. Storms looks in a lot of pain here as he slumps to the mat. 

MN: Man, I’m conflicted. Storms is my man, but Sands is well... Sands. 

DT: Very astute there, Mike. Sands now with Storms up on his shoulders, holding him in a human torture rack. You can hear Storm’s screaming from up here 

DM: Well, the punishment he took in his last outing probably cracked a few ribs, and I doubt they’ve yet completely healed. Sands is being smart and keeping Storms off the mat, where he can’t scoot on over to his partner for the tag. 

DT: Sands still bending Storms around his neck. As he yells over at Johansson. Matt tries to come in, but the ref pushes him away again. Sands now bringing Storms up...STORMS LANDS ON HIS FEET!! He ducks the clothesline attempt, and another... SCORES with a flying forearm, and it looks like Storms and Johansson could be back in this match. 

DM: I dunno; that’s really the first thing that’s hit from them, and those martial arts kicks from Lindsay were spot on the ribs of Storms....see? Sands makes the tag, and Troy drops the knee right on the back of Storms. She pulls back on his neck. 

DT: Almost like a camel clutch, using her knee for extra leverage, bending Storms like a bow. 

MN: Godammit!!! I WANT THAT!!! 

DT: Mike, you know if Lindsay hears you, you’re going to end up hurting? MN: I don’t care. 

DM: You will do brutha. 

DT: Storms trying to fight this hold, inching his way over to his partner... inching... and Christian Sands runs in to catch Johansson before the tag!!! 

DM: Nice team work, as he and Lindsay now drag Storms back towards their own corner. Sands steps out, but is tagged back in again, keeping the fresh partner in. Smart tag wrestling as we’d expect from two veterans like the former World champ and the Queen. 

DT: Sands now stomping away on the back of Storms. He lifts him up, locking him in... yep, a dragonsleeper there, locking the legs round to keep him in the corner. Storms is yet to be able to get to his partner and save himself and it’s showing. You’ve got to think it’s only a matter of time before this match is over. 

DM: The ref checking the arm of Storms, who looks out of it. Sands is great with submission wrestling, and he and Lindsay have been working well on the ribs of Storms. The arm drops once. 

DT: The ref checking again... it drops down a second time. If it drops again, it’s all over...NO!!! Matt Johansson runs in, kicking Sands squarely in the forehead there, causing him to break the hold. Sands’ neck looks like it snapped back there, as Johansson drags Storms over to the corner. Sands with the tag, but Johansson... YES!! Matt Johansson manages to get out of the ring, and tag himself in, vaulting over the ropes with a Thesz press on Lindsay. 

MN: DAMMIT!!! 

DT: As we leave mike to cry here, Matt Johansson is wailing away on Troy with punches here. Sands comes in, but Johansson catches him with a clothesline, seeing him from a ways off. Johansson now turning back to Lindsay... BIG slam on the Queen. He drags her over to the corner, looks like he’s setting her in positionNOOO!!! Christian Sands makes the save with a powerful release German suplex. 

DM: Smart man, he saw his partner in trouble and did the gentlemanly thing there. 

DT: Sands helping Troy up, as Storms is getting to his feet on the apron... Sands knocks him down there with a HARD shot to the face, and Storms looks hurt as he bounces off the railing there. Sands turns, ducks the clothesline from Johansson... BIG belly to belly there, as Johansson turned right into it. Sands signalling for Troy, as he picks Johansson up again. Troy standing by the ropes. 

DM: Sands hooking in a front face lock here, setting him up. 

DT: HOLY COW!!! A snap suplex from Sands is met PERFECTLY timed there by Lindsay Troy with the Asai Moonsault!!! Troy makes the cover, as Sands stands with his eye on Storms 

One... 

Two... 

THREE!! It’s all over!!! 

[SFX: *ding ding ding ding ding*] 

TONY FATORA: Ladies and gentlemen the winners of this match, the team of CHRRRRRISTTTTIAAAAANNNN SAAAANNNNDSSSSS and the Queen of the Ring.... LLLLLLLLLINDDDDDDDDDDSAAAAAAAAYYYYYY....TRRRRRRRRO OOOOOOOOOOY!!!!!!!!!! 

DT: Big win for Troy and Sands and they're now on a collision course with The Cameron Cruise Project at Wrestleverse.