[Scene opens backstage where Rocko Daymon and Caitlyn are walking down the hallway toward the pre-match interview position. They pass by a utility closet and as they do, it slowly opens not making a single sound. Staring at Rocko and Caitlyn as they are making their way is none other than Stalker. Even though the closet is dark you can tell that Stalker is smiling to himself as he watches them pass by. Finally, Rocko and Caitlyn turn the last corner toward the interview set-up, where we hear a random crew member give them instructions before the camera rolls.]
Stalker: Rocko.. oh Rocko.. hehheh... Welcome to my World Rocko.. once again.. haha...
[Stalker closes the closet door back up and the scene fades to.....
......the backstage area where Empire Pro’s own Messiah of the Microphone, MOJO MASSEY stands with a mic in hand. His interviewee is ROCKO DAYMON, who stands in his ring gear and wearing a ‘Stop the cocXXXwab!’ t-shirt. Caitlyn Daymon, who happens to be wearing all black, stands at his side.]
Mojo!: Thanks for joining me moments before your match, Rocko. Concerning EVERYTHING that’s happened over the past few weeks, there’s a BEVY of questions on all our minds, and I hardly know where to begin.
Rocko Daymon: If your first question is, “Damn Rocko, why are you so unbelievably KICK-ASS??”, then you’re stupider than you look.
Mojo!: Stupider isn’t a word.
Rocko Daymon: What, are you some sort of English major all of a sudden?
Mojo!: Uh anyway, Rocko, I’m sure we’d all like to get some insight concerning several matters, ranging from disparaging remarks about the World Champion’s gender, to your match in just a few moments against ‘Triple X’ Sean Stevens to move on to the finals of the King of the Cage tournament, to this matter with the masked man getting involved in your matches, or should I say, masked PERSON.
[Caitlyn throws him a threatening look. Rocko is oblivious, his anger rising over something else.]
Rocko Daymon: Wait a minute, did I just hear ‘Masked Man’? Damnit, Mojo, I thought we were OVER THIS!! There’s no masked man. Say it with me now!
[Rocko grabs Mojo around the jaw and press his cheeks together with every word.]
Rocko & Mojo!: THERE’S! NO! MASKED! MAN!
Rocko Daymon: See, now that wasn’t so hard, was it?
Mojo!: But what about the footage? What about the eyewitness accounts?
Rocko Daymon: It’s all BULLSH*T, Mojo! Naturally, I can’t expect you to understand that, but then, that’s why you’re standing here with the mic.
[Said mic is taken from Mojo’s hand and Rocko steps up to face the camera directly.]
Rocko Daymon: It’s no secret I’m a HATED man here in Empire Pro. People still want to point their finger and say, ‘You turned your back on us, Rocko! You’re a traitor and a coward, and you have no place being here!’ But regardless of all of that, I’m HERE, and as long as I am, nobody’s safe! Tonight, I’ll step into that ring and make an example of Planet Earth’s FAILURE, Sean Stevens and put myself within one match of a shot at the World Title.
[He tosses Mojo a glance.]
Rocko Daymon: And I’ll do it ON MY OWN!
[He turns back to the camera. Mojo is seen rolling his eyes, while Caitlyn tries to hide a smile.]
Rocko Daymon: Whether or not anybody in this fed has anything to say about that remains to be seen. Tonight, the streak continues, and Empire Pro’s MOST HATED MAN comes one step closer to being it’s champion!
[Rocko shoves the mic back into Mojo’s hands and heads to the ring, calling over his shoulder.]
Rocko Daymon: Wish me luck, babe!
Caitlyn Daymon: Uh, yeah, good luck.
[Caitlyn wears a fake smile and waves after him until he’s gone.]
Caitlyn Daymon: ….putz.
Mojo!: Just WHO do you think you’re fooling, Caitlyn?
Caitlyn Daymon: I don’t need to fool ANYBODY to reach my goal, Mojo. As long as the fool doesn’t know a thing, everything goes according to plan.
Mojo!: What plan?
Caitlyn Daymon: Don’t be an idiot, Mojo. After being married to that ape for nearly seven years, putting up with all his bullsh*t promos and DIY attitude, it’s HIGH TIME I got the pay-off.
Mojo!: But what about the other competitors, like ‘Triple X’ Sean Stevens?
Caitlyn Daymon: Stevens? He’s as much a puppet in this game of mine as my husband is. Regardless of how things pan out in the ring tonight, *I* will ultimately be the deciding factor. As long as the two of them are too stupid to figure it out, I’ve got no worries.
Mojo!: You’re not going to get away with this.
Caitlyn Daymon: That so? You think I can be stopped, Mojo? Come on, try to stop me.
Mojo!: …uh….. huh?
Caitlyn Daymon: Think you can stop me? Just try it. Come on, I DARE you, *****!
[Unsure at first, Mojo braces himself as though barring Caitlyn from the entrance to the ring. A QUICK RIGHT HAND sends him sprawling off camera, knocking the shot slightly off balance. With an evil snicker, Caitlyn walks off toward the ring.]
[“Stones from the Sky” by Neurosis hits the PA. The arena is filled with LOUD BOOING almost immediately.]
TF: Ladies and gentlemen, our next event for the evening is a SEMI-FINAL ROUND for the KING OF THE CAGE TOURNAMENT!! Introducing first… hailing from Tacoma, Washington, and weighing in at 243 pounds… HERE IS… RRRRROOOOOCCKKOOOOO DAAAAAYYYYMMOOOOOONNNN!!!!!
[Daymon appears from the entry-way, and the boos get even louder. Taunting the fans, Daymon makes his way to the cage.]
DT: Daymon’s come under a lot of scrutiny lately due to his comments over the World Champion. That, and considering his somewhat controversial history, he’s quickly becoming one of the more HATED competitors among the Empire Pro ranks.
MN: Dunno why. The man has BALLS!
DM: And you like balls, don’t you, Mike?
MN: On a man who is trying to be a man? Yeah. I’m sure you prefer them dangling in your face.
[Daymon enters the cage and slides into the ring. He goes to the far corner and seats himself. Meanwhile, “Public Service Announcement," by Jay Z as the lights dimmed and the crowd cheers throughout the opening sequence of the song.
"Allow Me to Re-Introduce Myself, my Name Is…"
TF: And his opponent… hailing from Orlando, Florida, and weighing in at 245 pounds… HERE IS… “TRIPLE X”…. SEEEEEEEEAAAAAN SSSSTEEEEEVVVEEEEENNNSSS!!!!!
[Fireworks. …as the curtain parts and "Triple X" Sean Stevens walked through, with his hair soaking wet, clad in a 100% cotton, "Blue-Eyed Badass™" t-shirt, black tights, with neon blue X’s on the legs and rear. Sean pauses at the top of the ramp, giving the audience the once over, then thrusts his arms in the air before continuing his walk down to the ring. Once at ringside, Sean points in the direction of a few of the members in the audience with signs promoting one of his many nicknames, before entering the ring, and hoping on the nearest turnbuckle, as his theme comes to an end.]
DT: Both men are in the ring… the cage door is closed… and there’s the bell to signal the start of this match.
DM: Many heated words were spoken between these two men earlier in the week. This should be an interesting match…
DT: Daymon comes to his feet and approaches Stevens in the center of the ring… both men begin circling each other… and Daymon shoots in low for a takedown, but Stevens blocks the attempt and remains on his feet! Stevens tosses Rocko aside…
DM: Great grappling defense on the part of Sean Stevens. If Daymon got him on his back, he’d be in a bad position.
DT: Both men circling each other again… there’s the lock-up! Stevens quickly slips Daymon into a side headlock! Daymon quickly reverses, slips behind Stevens and locks on a hammerlock! Stevens counters with a back elbow to the face, and Rocko backs off…
DM: Quite an even match-up. Both of these men are roughly the same height and weight… both have been in the industry for about the same length of time. Sean Stevens has a certain sort of natural finesse in his wrestling, whereas Rocko Daymon possesses a sort of raw, unrelenting brutality.
MN: That, and a set of coconuts dangling between his legs…
DT: I won’t ask why you’re thinking of coconuts, Mike… back in the cage, Daymon and Stevens circling for the third time… there’s the lock-up! But Stevens shoves Daymon back, and BLATANTLY slaps him across the face!
DT: And Rocko responds by taking Stevens by the head and RAMMING IT into the cage wall! A second time! A third time! My God, a FOURTH AND FIFTH TIME for added effect! Stevens falls to the mat clutching his face…
MN: His head looked like it was going to be crushed like a melon!
DT: Daymon in control, laying a few boots into Stevens’ upper back to keep him on the ground… and takes a moment to taunt the booing audience around him! Now he’s getting Sean Stevens to his feet… sets him up, and DROPS HIM with a vertical suplex! Rocko quickly gets to his feet and hits the ropes… goes for a JUMPING FIST DROP, but NOBODY HOME as Sean Stevens rolls to the side!
DM: Like punching a brick wall… Daymon’s knuckles won’t be feeling too good in the morning.
DT: Daymon on his feet holding his hand… and he’s met with a DROPKICK to the face from Sean Stevens! Daymon up again, but put down on his back with a hip-toss that leaves him in a sitting position! Stevens capitalizes with a SNAPMARE!
DM: Solid comeback from Sean Stevens. If he keeps the momentum on his side, he can quickly derail Rocko.
DT: Stevens taking advantage of his opponent while on the mat… grabs him by the leg, and puts a boot into Rocko’s thigh! Grabs his leg again, and hits him with a SECOND! Goes for a third strike—but Daymon kicks him in the face this time! Stevens reels back, and Rocko has the time to make it to his feet and get into a three-point stance… and PASTES Stevens into the CAGE WALL with a running body tackle!
DM: Daymon wasn’t going to be fooled on the third time! He’s also making great use of the cage environment.
DT: Daymon pushes Stevens off the ropes… he returns with a CLOTHESLINE—and Rocko NARROWLY ducks it! He hits the opposite ropes and returns again, but Rocko Daymon meets him with a TILT-A-WHIRL SIDE SLAM that puts Sean Stevens flat on the mat!
MN: You see? That’s how a PROFESSIONAL gets the job done!
DM: Mike, you’ve never even stepped into a professional wrestling ring. How would YOU know what professional is?
MN: Well, obviously, it’s everything Rocko Daymon is! Just see for yourself.
DT: Daymon brings Stevens back up off the mat… puts him down again with a scoop slam, and drops a LEG over the face for extra emphasis! Now he takes him by the arm… and locks him in a Sitting Scissor Armbar!
DM: Submission holds don’t win cage matches, but they do their part. Daymon can gets some rest while keeping the pressure on his opponent, and you never know, Stevens may need to use that arm to climb out of the cage later in the match, and it would be hard to do that while it was banged up.
DT: But Stevens isn’t staying down for long! He’s muscling his way back to his feet, and lays a few punches into Daymon’s face to get him to release the hold! Both men scramble to their feet… and Stevens QUICKLY nails Daymon with a SWINGING NECK BREAKER to put him down to the mat!
DM: Stevens back on his feet… runs to the ropes… NAILS DAYMON WITH AN ASAI MOONSAULT!! He had GREAT elevation on that move!
DT: Stevens is unrelenting… gets Daymon back to his feet, follows that with a HARD Irish Whip to the corner! Stevens charges in… PASTES ROCKO DAYMON with a BIG Corner Splash!
DM: Stevens excels with high-velocity moves and going all out to get the job done. It’s no wonder he’s been as successful as he has been.
DT: Daymon falls into a sitting position, and Stevens quickly runs to the opposite corner… he runs in going for a HIGH-ELEVATION MISSILE DROPKICK—BUT DAYMON ROLLS OUT OF THE WAY AT THE LAST POSSIBLE MOMENT, and Stevens comes CRASHING into the turnbuckle!
DM: But as you can see there, going all out is a double-edged sword.
DT: Daymon takes a breather, and proceeds to stomp the living daylights out of “Triple X” Sean Stevens, who’s still tangled up in the corner! Stevens can hardly defend himself! Now Daymon reaches down and takes Stevens by the hair…
MN: Oh no, not his cascading locks of GOLD!!
DT: Rocko Daymon YANKS “Triple X” Sean Stevens out of the corner by his HAIR!! My GOD!! Daymon keeps his grip as he brings Stevens back to his feet… and RAKES HIS FACE ACROSS THE STEEL CAGE WALL!!
MN: I hope he tears his face to shreds!
DM: That’s an odd thing to hear out of you. You aren’t, perhaps, jealous of his looks, are you?
MN: I’m not jealous of anybody. I just happen to hate people who look better than me.
DM: With that face, Mike, I guess you must hate a lot of people!
MN: Hardy-har, Dean… actually, if that’s the case, then I can rest assured knowing I don’t hate either of YOU!
DT: Daymon’s been particularly vicious during this match…
MN: Well, why wouldn’t he be? He’s pissed off that this federation has a woman for a champion!
DM: You better shut your mouth, Mike, before the World Champion comes down here and shuts it for you…
DT: Back in the ring, Daymon is in full control… he hooks Stevens around the waist… GERMAN SUPLEXES HIM INTO THE CAGE WALL!! My God, I thought the whole thing was going to come apart there for a second…
DM: Again, Daymon knows how use the cage surrounding the ring to his advantage. That’s what got him into the semi-finals.
DT: That, and a little help from his wife…
MN: Damnit, Dave, you’re impossible…
DT: YOU’RE the impossible one! Back to the match… Rocko Daymon brings Sean Stevens to his feet again… sets him up in a standing head-scissor headlock. Hooks him around the waist… LIFTS HIM UP… AND DRILLS HIM WITH A JUMPING PILEDRIVER!! Jesus, he could have broken his neck!
DM: Daymon brings Stevens to his feet again. I noticed neither man has made an attempt to leave the cage at this point, which isn’t that bad of an idea, considering how much punishment both of these men can take.
DT: Daymon is looking to finish things as he whips Stevens into the corner… HERE COMES THE PHANTOM TRAIN—BUT STEVENS DIVES OUT OF THE CORNER, and Daymon goes BACK-FIRST into the turnbuckle!
MN: Oooohh… derailed.
DM: Stevens has an opportunity to turn things in his favor, which is what he sorely needs right now…
DT: Rocko Daymon stumbles out of the corner… and Sean Stevens quickly hits the ropes and NAILS HIM WITH A FACE-CRUSHER!! Daymon attempts to get back up, but Stevens catches him with a low drop-kick to the face to keep him grounded!
DM: Stevens is bringing Daymon back onto his feet, and he has him right where he wants him… hooks the leg, and PUTS HIM DOWN AGAIN with a Fisherman Suplex!
DT: Stevens has his opponent right where he wants him… now he’s going to the near corner and scaling the turnbuckle!!
DM: These high-risk moves always run the risk of backfiring, but the pay-off is well worth it.
DT: Sean Stevens is perched on the top rope… HE LEAPS OFF… AND HE NAILS IT!! ROCKO DAYMON JUST GOT BLASTED BY A TOP-ROPE FROG SPLASH!!
DM: Daymon is in a world of hurt… and now would be a good time for Stevens to get out of that cage.
DT: Looks like Sean is one step ahead of you as he heads to the door—BUT WAIT!! Daymon’s, from his place on the mat, reaches out and BARELY grabs Stevens by the ankle!
MN: Looks like EPW’s greatest example of MANHOOD is still alive and kicking!
DT: Stevens tries to shake him off, but Daymon keeps his grip and grabs onto his foot with his other hand! Now he’s making it to his feet. Stevens is bouncing on one leg—and HE GOES FOR THE ENZIGURI—BUT DAYMON RELEASES HIS FOOT AND BACKS UP, and Stevens HITS the mat hard!
DM: Daymon’s leaning on the ropes to take a breather. He’s still recovering from that devastating frog splash…
DT: Stevens is quickly back on his feet and meets Daymon with forearm to the face! A couple more shots to the face, and he’s got Rocko backed up into the corner!
DM: Looks like Daymon is in La-La Land!
DT: Stevens is looking to finish him off… he’s setting Rocko Daymon up to the top rope! Now Stevens is going up with him!
MN: Uh-oh, what’s gonna happen?
DM: This could be big…!
DT: Both Stevens and Daymon are perched up top… Sean Stevens GOES FOR A TOP-ROPE HURRICANRANA—BUT ROCKO COUNTERS WITH A POWERBOMB FROM THE TOP ROPE!!
DM: MY GOD!! From that height, Stevens was nearly BROKEN IN HALF!!
DT: Stevens is flat as a pancake on the mat… and now Rocko is repositioning himself on the top rope! HE DIVES OFF… AND NAILS SEAN STEVENS WITH A FROG SPLASH OF HIS OWN!!!
DM: I guess Rocko sees that as an eye for an eye! Or is he simply trying to out-do Stevens?
MN: I give Stevens a 8, in spite of a shaky landing. Daymon’s form was lacking, but he gets a little extra for timing.
DT: His timing couldn’t be better as he has successfully turned this match back into his favor! Daymon back on his feet, and takes a breather… and goes to Stevens, where he proceeds to MERCILESSLY stomp him in the face and shoulder!
DM: Daymon’s getting pissed… and that just makes him more dangerous.
DT: He brings Sean Stevens back to his feet… takes him by the face… DROPS HIM with a heavy Russian Legsweep!! Keeps the hold in place as he gets to his feet again… and NAILS HIM with a SECOND RUSSIAN LEGSWEEP!! He picks him up for a THIRD… gets him into position—FLIPS OFF THE AUDIENCE—AND HAMMERS HIM TO THE MAT AGAIN!!
DM: Stevens is getting man-handled in that cage! And it looks like Daymon is finally ready to finish this one off! He gets Sean Stevens to his feet… hooks both arms—THIS COULD BE THE BRAIN ROCKER—
DT: But STEVENS COUNTERS WITH A BACK-BODY DROP!!
MN: A little fight left in him, it seems…
DT: Daymon back on his feet and turns around—AND WALKS STRAIGHT INTO AN X-FACTOR!! X-FACTOR OUT OF NOWHERE!! Daymon is knocked back and COLLIDES with the steel cage wall, and hits the mat like a ton of bricks!
DM: Out like a light-bulb! Sean Stevens has taken quite a beating in this match, but in that single move, he has turned everything around in his favor! Daymon is out for the count, and now Stevens is scaling the wall of the cage!
DT: Wait a minute, LOOK WHO IT IS!!
[The camera pans over to the rampway, where the notorious figure in black can be seen making her way to the ring. The hood is pulled up enough for anybody to see that it’s Caitlyn Daymon.]
DM: IT’S CAITLYN DAYMON!!
MN: What?! Where?
DT: Rocko Daymon’s mystery helper looks to be coming to his aid again!
MN: What are you talking about? I don’t see anything!!
DT: Up there on the ramp, you idiot!
MN: Huh? I don’t see anything.
DT: Are you BLIND!?
MN: Doesn’t look like a mystery helper to me. Clearly looks like Caitlyn Daymon.
DT: YOU STUPID—Caitlyn Daymon IS the mystery person!
MN: Well, it’s not a mystery then, is it?
DM: Stevens is working his way up the side of the cage… seems to be having problems after that beating he took from Rocko Daymon. Daymon, meanwhile, is just beginning to stir on the mat.
DT: Caitlyn Daymon has come to a stop at the bottom of the ramp. What does she have planned this time?
MN: What’s the cause for alarm? She just came to watch the match.
DT: She isn’t here to watch anything! She’s going to interfere on her husband’s behalf, and you know it! Don’t deny it!
MN: What are you talking about?! First you say it’s this purported “masked man”, and all of a sudden it’s Caitlyn Daymon? Make up your mind!
DT: I SAID—ugh, just forget it…
DM: Rocko’s finally up on a knee and getting to his feet using the ropes… but Sean Stevens is already nearing the top!
DT: Why is Caitlyn Daymon stalling?
DM: Maybe she’s giving her husband a chance to win it for himself?
DT: DAYMON SPOTS STEVENS NEAR THE TOP!! And now he’s using ALL of his remaining strength to climb up after him!
DM: Rocko’s still reeling from that superkick to the face, but he’s scaling that cage pretty quick! But is he too late?! Sean Stevens is at the top, and he has one leg over! All he has to do is get the other leg over, and it’s merely a matter of climbing down safely!
DT: Stevens bringing his other leg up… BUT ROCKO LUNGES UP AND TAKES AHOLD OF IT!! OH MY GOD, HE LOOSES HIS FOOTING!! HE’S DANGLING FIFTEEN FEET ABOVE THE RING BY SEAN STEVENS BOOTSTRAPS!!
MN: What a cliffhanger!
DT: Stevens tries to shake him off… but Daymon REGAINS HIS FOOTING on the cage! That was a close one…
DM: But now Sean Stevens has bigger problems! Daymon pulls himself to the top of the cage—where Stevens meets him with a HARD RIGHT HAND that nearly knocks him back into the ring! Daymon is hanging tight using just his index and middle fingers! Meanwhile, Stevens brings his other leg over the cage, and he’s OUT!
DT: But he’s gotta touch the arena floor! But Daymon LUNGES OUT and catches Stevens with a big right hand! Stevens nearly LOSES HIS GRIP—BUT DAYMON CATCHES HIM!! Daymon slings his arm over his head, reaches over the cage, and grabs him by the waist…
DM: He’s looking to suplex him BACK INTO THE CAGE?!
DT: Daymon going for the SUPLEX—BUT STEVENS BLOCKS IT!! Stevens SHAKES him off… but Rocko BLASTS HIM AGAIN WITH A BIG RIGHT HAND, and AGAIN locks him into a suplex position!
DM: He’s in trouble now…
DT: Daymon AGAIN GOES FOR THE—BUT STEVENS LOCKS HIS LEGS INTO THE CAGE, and BLOCKS the attempt again!
DM: Hell or high water, Sean Stevens is NOT allowing himself to be suplexed back into that ring!
DT: Stevens HAMMERS Rocko Daymon with an elbow across the face! A SECOND!! He’s trying to knock Daymon OFF THE CAGE and TUMBLING INTO THE RING!! Stevens HITS HIM WITH A THIRD… A FOURTH…
MN: Rocko’s grip is SLIPPING!
DT: Stevens with a—NO! DAYMON BLOCKS IT, AND COUNTERS WITH A HEADBUTT THAT NEARLY BUSTS SEAN STEVENS NOSE OPEN!! Daymon regains his grip, and now he grabs ahold of Sean Stevens, and steps up to the very top of the cage wall!
DM: Just what the hell is he trying now?
DT: Daymon brings Stevens up with him… HOOKS BOTH ARMS, AND—OH MY GAAAWWWDD!! DOUBLE-ARM DDT, OFF THE CAGE WALL AND BACK INTO THE RING!! MY GOD, HE DRILLED HIM HEAD-FIRST INTO THE MAT FROM FIFTEEN FEET ABOVE THE MAT!!
DM: Absolutely DEVASTATING!! Rocko Daymon NARROWLY saves himself from defeat… but that move took just as much out of him!!
MN: Better to be hurt than to be a loser, I guess.
DT: The match STILL continues, but now both men are laying prone in the ring. I don’t know what—WAIT A MINUTE!! Who just jumped the barricade?
MN: YOU GOTTA BE KIDDING ME!!
DT: MY GOD, it IS Ice Tre!! How in the HELL is he still alive?! Stevens practically CRIPPLED HIM last week!!
DM: And now he’s got a score to settle! Ice Tre is climbing the cage wall, trying to get into the ring. …did ever occur to him that he could have just entered through the DOOR?
MN: You can’t count on Ice Tre for making things all that practical…
DT: Both competitors are still on the mat in the ring… but Rocko is showing signs of life! Now he’s dragging himself past Stevens, and toward the cage door! Meanwhile, Ice Tre is nearing the top of the cage on the outside!
DM: Or maybe he has something else in mind…?
DT: Daymon’s only a few feet away from the cage exit… Ice Tre is coming to the top! And now he’s THERE! ICE TRE IS PERCHED ON TOP OF THE CAGE, and SEAN STEVENS is LAID OUT IN FRONT OF HIM!!
MN: This is like shooting fish in a barrel! Stevens can’t even DEFEND himself!
DM: Looks like Ice Tre’s going to get his revenge!
DT: ICE TRE OFF THE TOP OF THE CAGE WITH A SENTON SPLASH—OH MY GOD, HE MUFFED IT!!
DM: JESUS CHRIST, HE HIT DAYMON?!?
MN: That IDIOT?!? How in the hell do you screw up a SENTON SPLASH when you’re opponent is practically DEAD?!
DT: Daymon just got NAILED by that Senton Splash from Ice Tre, and now the both of them are laying dazed on the mat… but now Stevens is showing signs of life! Stevens… EVER SO SLOWLY is crawling toward the cage door!
DM: Meanwhile, Rocko’s finally coming to his senses… and now he’s coming to his feet, and GOING UP THE CAGE WALL!!
DT: It’s gonna be a photo finish!! Stevens is feet away from the door, and now Daymon’s halfway up the cage wall! Ice Tre is… well, STILL lying on the mat.
DM: Daymon is finally coming to the top, but Stevens is at the door! The referee opens it, and now it’s just a matter of climbing those last few inches to the arena floor!
DT: Stevens inching his way out, as Daymon crosses over the top of the cage and begins to make his way down…
MN: He’s gotta DROP—
DT: BUT HE’S A SECOND TOO LATE!! STEVENS PULLS HIMSELF OUT, AND THIS MATCH IS OVER!!
[The bell rings as “Triple X” Sean Stevens slides to the arena floor. Rocko Daymon comes down the rest of the cage, looking flabbergasted.]
TF: Here is you winner, as a result of escaping the cage…
“TRIPLE X”…. SEEEEEEEAAAAAN STEEEEEEEEEEEVEEEEEEEEEENNSSSS!!!!!!!!
DT: Stevens squeaks by in this round… and Daymon is absolutely PISSED!!
[Shaking her head with disgust, Caitlyn Daymon goes back up the rampway and disappears.]
DM: Maybe Caitlyn should have helped him out after all.
MN: Rocko was CHEATED, damn it! He ALMOST HAD IT, if freaking Ice Tre hadn’t stuck his nose into things!
DT: Ice Tre, meanwhile is… well, he’s STILL lying prone in the ring. As for Rocko getting cheated, I can’t help but think it’s all karma coming around, considering how he won his LAST two matches, thanks to his masked helper, or his wife.
MN: For the last time, Dave, there’s NO MASKED MAN!! Ice Tre should have stayed at the hospital sucking his food through straws…
DT: Regardless, Stevens moves on to the KING OF THE CAGE FINALS after a HARD-FOUGHT victory. Rocko Daymon, well… looks like he’ll have to prove his manhood through other means.
[Cut backstage, where we find Joey Melton and Cameron Cruise making their way back to their locker room, their newly returned tag team titles draped across their shoulders. As they turn the corner, they nearly walk right into ... Richard Farnswirth.]
Farnswirth: “Good evening, gentlemen.”
[Neither man replies. They just stare at him, wondering what he's here for.]
Farnswirth: “I know, I know. You're delighted to see me. Save the gushing. I see that you're once again wearing those belts that rightfully belong to the Highland Park Social Club.”
[Cruise starts to interject, but Farnswirth waves his hand at him.]
Farnswirth: “Save it. We all know that you'd have never taken those belts from us if Dan Ryan hadn't barred me from competing. As great as you think you are, the HPSC is quite simply better.”
MN: “Did he just insult Melton?”
DT: “I think he did. Are you going to go into a tizzy now?”
Farnswirth: [smirking] “Now, I' don't suppose that the two of you will be smart enough to know when you're outclassed and just hand over those belts. After all, you're no strangers to vacating titles.”
DM: “Haha, apparently Farnswirth has been keeping track of things during his "hiatus".”
[Cruise once again steps forward to get in Farnswirth's face, but Farnswirth cuts him off.]
Farnswirth: “I didn't think so. How disappointing.”
[Just then, Cruise is leveled from behind. He staggers forward toward Farnswirth, who boots him in the midsection before spinning and ramming him head first into the concrete corridor wall. Melton spins to see who attacked him, and we see ... ]
DT: “ADAM BENJAMIN!!”
DM: “I can't believe it. Why is Yours Truly helping out the Highland Park Social Club?”
MN: “That filthy blueblood!”
[Benjamin lands a hard right hand against Melton's head, knocking the tag belt off his shoulder. Melton attempts to reach for the belt, but Benjamin grabs it quickly and absolutely FLATTENS a recovering Joey Melton with it. Farnswirth steps forward and shakes hands with Benjamin.]
Farnswirth: “I told you this would be the start of a beautiful friendship.”
DT: “Is Benjamin in the HPSC now?”
[Farnswirth stands over the fallen CCP.]
Farnswirth: “When you wake up, have someone play this videotape for you. Then you'll know that the Highland Park Social Club is coming for those titles. Shine them up real nicely for us!”
[Farnswirth and Benjamin disappear around the corner as the camera focuses on the carnage in the hall.]