TF: The following match is scheduled for one fall! Making his way to the ring from the United Kingdom, weighing in at two hundred and forty-five, ADAAAAAAM BEEEENJAAAMIN!

["Final Countdown" by Euro begins to blast as "Yours Truly" Adam Benjamin makes his way slowly to the ring. Adam is all business as he ignors the fans and slides into the ring.]

DM: Here’s Adam Benjamin – is it possible to be more arrogant than this man?

MN: I don’t know what you’re trying to say, but did I hear that right? Did he really walk all the way from the UK to make it to the show?

DT: Would you stop it? At any rate, while I might not personally like Benjamin’s anti-American views, I can certainly appreciate his talent.

MN: And who wouldn’t? You can make the argument that he’s the best technical wrestler in the world today, and that’s no lie. Frankie Scott might be in just a touch over his head. 

TF: And his opponent, wrestling out of Atlanta, Georgia, he weighed in tonight at just under two hundred and forty-three pounds, he is PHENOMENAL FRAAAAAANKIIEEEEEEEE SCOOOOOOOTTT!

[“Phenomenon” by Thousand Foot Krutch plays over the arena speakers. A full video rolls on the huge titantron of Frankie wrestling stars like Dan Ryan and the Sergeant, doing an interview and signing autographs. Fans cheer loudly as “Phenomenal” Frankie Scott runs out and stops in the middle of the runway looks back at the video and then points toward the fans as pyrotechnics blow all around him. Scott emerges from the smoke to run around the ring and shake all the fans hands. After he finishes, he hops on the ring apron and leaps over the ropes to rush to each turnbuckle for a photo opportunity for the fans.]

DM: Frankie Scott is looking to get back on the right side of the win-loss column here tonight, and it’ll be a tall order, indeed. 

MN: He may be phenomenal, but he’ll need a miracle to pull this one out. Benjamin works like a buzzsaw out there. Not exactly the guy you want to meet first when you’re trying to get on a roll.

[Scott and Benjamin meet in center ring as the bell sounds, and circle each other. The lock-up, and after a quick feeling out process Benjamin slams Scott on his back with a deep arm drag. He holds the arm, bars it, and delivers a few elbow shots to the triceps muscle.]

DM: That’s Benjamin’s specialty, picking a specific part of the body and basing his offense around it – nice reversal into a head scissors by Scott – countered immediately back into a side headlock by Benjamin. Benjamin is always right at home when trying to grind it out on the mat, although that reversal shows Scott is no slouch.

MN: There’s no real comparison here, Matthews. Benjamin –

DT: What are you, his manager? 

[Scott has by now worked his way to a vertical base, backs up and shoots Benjamin to the ropes]

DM: Lariat from Benjamin catches Frankie Scott right in the chest!

MN: Lariato!

DT: …Right. And here’s Benjamin, getting right on top of his man and ramming elbows into his face.

MN: Go to work, Benji!

[Benjamin goes to bar the arm again, but Scott is able to block the move and slip behind him. He gets to his feet and applies a rear waist lock into a reverse double-leg takedown.]

DT: Nice move by Scott, both men are quick back to their feet however.

[Scott and Benjamin exchange blows, with Scott getting the better of the exchange. He ducks under a lariat-]

DM: Hangman’s neckbreaker brings Adam Benjamin crashing down!

MN: Nice quick hitting move. Scott is going to need to generate more offense like that to keep Benjamin from taking control.

[Scott lays in a few kicks on his down opponent. He scoops Benjamin up for a suplex, but the attempt is blocked and Benjamin goes for one of his own – Scott slides off the back and goes for a backdrop suplex, but Benjamin shows off his athleticism and flips over to avoid the contact.]

DT: Rapid fire reversals in the early goings.

MN: Scott needs to start hitting these moves, like I said. He can’t afford to trade reversals all day. It’s like playing the Colts and kicking field goals while they score touchdowns. Just doesn’t work!

DM: Adam Benjamin with a nice STO, Scott didn’t see it coming as he charged off the ropes for a forearm smash!

DT: And here’s Benjamin back to work on the arm with a Fujiwara Armbar. Not good ring presence though. Scott grabs the ropes and gets out after only a few seconds. 

MN: Benjamin made a mistake, but he’s sticking to his gameplan. Break that arm, baby!

DT: You’re sick, you know that?

MN: If you don’t like it find a new sport to – WHOA!

[That whoa came from Adam Benjamin’s attempt at a Northern Lights being countered in mid-air to a Tornado DDT variant!]

DT: Frankie Scott covers! ONE! TWO! TWO AND A HALF!

DM: How about that, Neely? Impressed with Scott yet?

MN: Bah! Until he can establish his OWN offense, Benjamin will still control the match. The longer is goes like that, the more impossible it’ll be for Scott to pull it out.

DT: Scott with a whip to the ropes – nope, countered and he’s sent to the turnbuckle. Avalanche connects! 

DM: He’s not a super-heavywieght, but two forty-five across your chest still takes it’s toll. 

[Benjamin goes right to work in the corner. Not one, two, or three, but five S.T.I.F.F. chops to Frankie Scott’s chest. Then a quick left jab, followed with a few shin kicks to the midsection for good measure. Scott stumbles out of the corner in a haze and gets bulldogged in center ring.]

DT: Pin attempt, but it gets barely two! 

DM: Adam Benjamin pulls Frankie Scott to his feet for some more punishment, but look at this! Scott with a flurry of strikes to back him off, and now a discus lariat! Benjamin pops up! And he gets LACED with a dropkick! 

DT: Textbook!

MN: Benjamin’s up like a shot – spinebuster sets him right back down!

[Scott heads up to the top rope and leaps off looking for a Flying Elbow Drop]

DT: Nobody home! Scott recovers back to his feet, and gets met with a chop! 

[Two more chops from Benjamin, and then a boot to the stomach. Double underhook backbreaker!]

DT: Excellent backbreaker variant, and a cover. Could this be it?

DM: No, just two! 
MN: Slow count! Slow count!

[Benjamin sizes a rising Frankie Scott up for the Shining Wizard – he misses!]

DT: Adam Benjamin can’t connect with the Wizard! But here he goes for the Final Countdown, this is it!

[Benjamin gets ready to deliver the flipping piledriver]

DM: NO! Frankie Scott counters! WHEELBARROW PIN! ONE! TWOOO! THREEEEEEEE!!!!

MN: No way!

TF: Here is your winner, “PHENOMENAL” FRAAAAANKIEEEEEE SCOOOOOOOTTTT!

[Frankie Scott rolls out of the ring, happy with the victory. The fans cheer him, and he slaps them five as he heads to the back. Adam Benjamin, on the other hand, is on his knees, staring at the mat in disbelief.]

DT: Adam Benjamin dominated this match nearly from start to finish, but he was just unable to close it out and got caught by a quick pin. 

MN: While he didn’t get the result he wanted, Adam certainly knows who really WON this match, you know what I mean? Come on – Frankie Scott could be charged for grand theft if there were any police in this freakin’ desert!

DM: Regardless of your opinion, this was a huge upset for Frankie Scott. Perhaps he’ll be able to parlay this big win into more success?

MN: Speaking of parlays – Green Bay-Washington over or under?

DT: Not on the air, Neely!!

DT: Well fans, I’m being told that reporter Mojo Massey in the audience right now with one of our Empire Pro superstars. What’s up, Mojo?

[The EmpireTron lights up, and we see an angle from out in the audience among the fans. We see Mojo Massey standing with the mic. Directly behind him we see a figure clad in a garish Hawaiian shirt with a trash can slung over his shoulder, picking something up off the ground.]

Mojo!: Thanks, Dave! With me right now here among the fans is a man who I’m sure has much to say considering the fallout of Russian Roulette. With me is ROCKO DAYMON!

[Rocko stands up and turns toward the camera, tossing a discarded hot dog wrapper over his shoulder into the garbage can, rather non-chalantly and done with modest enthusiasm. On his forehead we can see a large bandage that covers the wound he open wound he sustained during Russian Roulette, from which he went FULL MUTA!]

Mojo!: Rocko, first of all, there are quite a NUMBER of questions I feel like asking you in regards to everything that happened at Russian Roulette.

Rocko: Questions, huh?

Mojo!: For instance, what are your thoughts on your loss to JA for the number one contendership… or Stalker’s interference… or the World Champion “Triple X” Sean Steven’s subsequent backstage assault?

[A curious yet somewhat devious smile crosses Daymon’s face and he nods to the reporter.]

Rocko: Tell you what, Mojo… ask me those questions some other time when I feel like answering them. For right now, why don’t you just ask the most OBVIOUS question?

Mojo!: Well, okay… Rocko, what ARE you doing with that trash can out here among the fans?

Rocko: It’s funny that you should ask, Mojo. You see, lately I noticed quite a bit of GARBAGE stacking up around Empire Pro. It’s made quite a mess, and it’s made this place look rather unsightly. So I felt like tidying up.

Mojo!: You?

Rocko: Well, I figure since the popular opinion ‘round here is that I AM professional wrestling’s garbage man equivalent, I should be living up to my duties… RIGHT?!

Mojo!: I think the “garbage man” thing was just a metaphor to your career, and not meant to be taken literally.

Rocko: But you see, Mojo, I’ve been taking out the trash throughout my ENTIRE career! Over the past ten years, I’ve been setting the standard of excellence in the ring… separating the weak from the strong. I’m the reason why guys like Kazuo Shizaki and Damian Stone had brief, short-lived stints here in the big leagues, and why other guys go on to become World Champions with seemingly little effort as possible.

[He briefly stops to bend over and pick up an empty cup with what remains of a snowcone.]

Rocko: I suppose the only thing I CAN do at this point is do what I normally do, and clean up all this garbage yet again.

Mojo!: So how much have you picked up so far walking through the arena?

Rocko: Oh, man, look at this stuff!

[The camera zooms in slightly as Rocko holds the open top for the viewers to see the wretched contents of the garbage can.]

Rocko: Mostly a bunch of wrappers… cheeseburgers, popcorn and the like. Got some real nasty stuff in there too, like moldy nachos and melted ice cream bars. I just KNOW there’s a diaper down there somewhere, and I think I spotted a used condom on top of a mold-encrusted pizza slice in there…

Mojo!: My God… you found all that just here in the seats?

Rocko: Well, no, not exactly… I did have to dig through a dumpster… and a few lockers, for the more nasty stuff. Don’t ask what I got out of Beau Michaels’…

Mojo!: Where’s Caitlyn, your wife?

Rocko: Oh, I’m sure she’s around here somewhere…

Mojo!: Well, Rocko, I have no idea what the point of all this is, but… I hope by the end of the night, you find some sort of satisfaction in whatever it is you’re trying to accomplish.

Rocko: Consider that hope to be a REALITY later tonight!

Mojo!: Right…