DT: We’re back, and up next we have Cross, who has made a habit of getting on Dan Ryan’s nerves lately, taking on The Dark Phenom herself….Nakita Dahaka…
DM: Well, last week we saw Nakita face a weird giant Viking thing and this week she faces Cross – just who the hell is her agent anyway??
[The lights in the arena go out. The band countdown is heard. The entrance area begins to emanate smoke and a red strobe light as the opening "Consuming Fire" begins. Cross steps out on the ramp with his head looking up to the heavens and his arms stretched out, hands clenched in fists. When the lead singer begins to sing, large pyros go off on both sides of Cross, the lights come back on, and he ominously makes his way to the ring, never taking his eye off of what is ahead.]
[Crowd pop]
TF: This match is scheduled for one fall…introducing first, from Los Angeles, California……CROSS!!!!
DT: Cross on his way with the usual pageantry…
MN: Might as well live it up. This is his only job left.
[Cross makes it to the ring and climbs in slowly as the music fades.]
TF: And his opponent….
[The lights go completely out. Only to be replaced with red lighting
illuminating the arena, and black lights all over the stage and entrance. The beginning intro rifts and beats of "Gently" by Slipknot start up. The video screen cues up a nicely prepared video montage of Nakita Dahaka executing numerous high flying innovative moves on several known and unknown opponents that flow in sync with the intro and song. A thick cold fog rolls into the arena from the stage and down the ramp. A lone spotlight hovers directly over one single spot on the stage floor and aring of fire surrounds the trapdoor. The trapdoor opens and raises up onto the stage carrying Dahaka. Nakita cracks her knuckles as she mentally prepares to walk down the ramp toward the ring keeping full focus on the tasks at hand. The lone spotlight dangles directly over her head and follows her wherever she goes.]
TF: From Phoenix, Arizona…..”The Dark Phenom”….NAKITA DAHAKA!!!!!!
[Dahaka slides into the ring, keeping her eyes on Cross and moving slowly toward him in the center of the ring. Dahaka looks up slightly at the only slightly taller Cross and they get nose to nose, Dahaka not giving an inch.]
[The bell rings.]
DT: These two getting face to face. Dahaka has shown herself to be quite a monster in the ring since her debut, but at the same time Cross is simply one of the best to ever put on the boots.
DM: True, this should be a very interesting matchup and for sure…a nice test for the younger Nakita Dahaka.
DT: Still staring each other down here and we get a lockup…Dahaka takes control and swings landing a roundhouse to the temple of Cross and he goes down like a SHOT!! What the hell??
DM: I’m not sure what just happened there. Cross went down awfully hard and it just looked like a simple punch to me. Did Dahaka have something in her hand??
MN: I understand her skeleton is adamantium actually. Don’t ask me how I know.
DT: It looks like the referee is having the same thought process as you, Dean. He’s checking her out as we speak, but nothing there. Dahaka looking pretty confused herself.
DM: Well it’s certainly weird, that’s for sure.
DT: Dahaka looking cautiously as Cross just lies on the mat. She’s looking up at the ref and he just shrugs his shoulders, not really knowing what to make of this any more than she does!
DM: Well cover him then!
DT: Dahaka slowly moving toward Cross and yes….she finally does cover him up. Here’s the count….
ONE…
TWO….
THREE!?!?!
What the HELL?
DM: Holy crap!! She got the pinfall!! What the heck is Cross doing here?!
[Dahaka gets to her feet in a state of shock, as the referee raises her hand.]
TF: The winner of the match….NAKITA DAHAKA!!!
[BOOS!!]
DT: I don’t get this at all. Dahaka is leaving the ring, and Cross is just lying there and….
[Cross sits straight up to a loud pop. He gets to his feet and slides out of the ring and just walks, simply, up the ramp and through the curtain as the cheers turn back to boos.]
DM: Well I guess he’s making some sort of statement, but I don’t know what it is.
MN: I may be dumb, but…
DM: You MAY be dumb?
MN: Ahem! I may be dumb but it seems to me if you only have one job left you shouldn’t be throwing matches in the one place that still let’s you in the building.
DT: Well folks, I don’t know what that was all about but we’re gonna take a break and we’ll be right back…
[CUT TO: Backstage as Cross walks down the hall toward the arena exit. He turns a corner and almost runs smack into Dan Ryan and about 25 security personnel. Ryan holds up a hand to motion for them to hang tight and steps forward toward Cross.]
Ryan: I suppose you think you’re clever, don’t you? Throwing matches now, I see. Unfortunately, sir – you have a contract and you’ll fulfill that contract, or I’ll have you in court and not only will you not work for any company I own – you’ll never work in this business again…EVER.
[Cross begins to walk past without a word.]
Ryan: Gee, ya know….I wonder what would happen if I just did the same thing to your little girlfriend.
[Cross stops in his tracks and turns to face Ryan, but almost ten security guards rush in between them.]
[Ryan smiles]
Ryan: It’s like I’ve said before. I’ll find your weakness, Cross – I’ll find your pressure point…..and I’ll squeeze.
[Cross narrows his eyes, then thinks better of it and turns to leave. Ryan shouts after him as he exits the door.]
Ryan: Some advice! Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do, Cross! Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.
[Ryan smirks as we fade back to the booth.]