[CUE UP: "Imperial March" - Rage Against the Machine. A video montage plays, featuring smoke-wreathed images of various wrestlers, some of them leaving blurred trails as they move.
CUT TO: Beast nailing the Absolution on Adam Benjamin.
CUT TO: Shawn Hart coming off the ropes with a Quebrada.
CUT TO: Felix Red standing victorious in the ring.
CUT TO: JA delivering the Karelin Driver to Ron Artest
CUT TO: Adam Benjamin delivering a Shining Wizard to Karl Brown.
CUT TO: Joey Melton, mugging for the crowd.
CUT TO: Lindsay Troy dropkicking Beast.
CUT TO: Ice Tre flailing away as he falls from a cage.
CUT TO: JA and Kin Hiroshi locking up in the middle of the ring.
CUT TO: Rocko Daymon, mugging with Caitlyn.
CUT TO: “Triple X” Sean Stevens on the second turnbuckle staring out into the crowd with the World Title raised overhead.
CUT TO: Dan Ryan sitting sedately in a chair, staring into the camera.
CUT TO: With a clash of metal, a logo slams across the screen, its edges flickering.]
[House lights go to black, and then...]
[“DEATH IS THIS COMMUNION” by High On Fire pulsates in aggressive tribal rhythms over the PA. TREMENDOUS POP from the fans! Red and blue lights flicker through the arena as the spotlights pan to the stage. Emerging from the entry-way is Caitlyn Daymon with a microphone in her hand.]
CDaymon: Ladies and gentlemen... coming to you from the CITY OF DESTINY, Tacoma, Washington... allow me to introduce your EMPIRE PRO WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION...
The Legend...
The Myth...
The MAN...
ROCKO DAYMON!!
[A cheer SWELLS from the audience as the champion ROCKO DAYMON steps out onto the stage, clad in blue jeans and the new 100% cotton brick red “The Legend, The Myth, The MAN” t-shirt. Over his shoulder is the prestigious EPW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT TITLE. With a smile on his face, he nods to his wife and manager who bows and exits through the entry-way. Daymon moves to center stage, pumps a fist into the air, and...]
*BOOM!!*
[...soaks up the ensuing pop that comes as a result of the two mushroom cloud pyros exploding on either side. Lingering a moment, he boldly makes his way to the ring.]
DT: A REMARKABLE entrance for the NEW World Heavyweight Champion ROCKO DAYMON, fresh off his monumental victory at BLACK DAWN, a dream and ambition of four hard years!
MN: Whoopidee-DOO!! Let's just hope he doesn't BLOW it after begging for it this entire time!
DM: Rocko overcame a TREMENDOUS challenge in the former champion “TRIPLE X” Sean Stevens! It still amazes ME how he's persevered through all the doubt and accomplished just what he said he would do.
DT: Definitely a win considered to be one of the greatest in his career... but now the new champion faces an open road, and many forthcoming enemies...
MN: Heh heh, I know who you're talking about!
[Daymon has a mic in hand as he ascends the steel steps and climbs the nearest turnbuckle, proudly thrusting a fist into the air as the music reaches its chorus. Fireworks explode over the ring as he holds his stature over the screaming fans in attendance, and drops into the ring as the lights come up and music cuts out. The World Title drops into his hand as he walks to the center of the ring, holding the mic up to his mouth...]
Daymon: ...so you people want to know what a ***** is?
[BIG POP!!]
Daymon: Well look no further than the pretty-boy crying his eyes out in front of a mirror right now in the room back there with “Sean Stevens” written on the door! The BOY who used to talk all that crap... and was forced to eat it all back! The BOY who had that stupid smirk slapped right off his face by the hand of a MAN!!
THAT, my friends, is a *****!!
[ANOTHER big pop from the fans!]
DM: Still seems a little steamed...
MN: Yeah, whatever, he's just denying the torment Sean Stevens put on him for so many months!
[Daymon waits for the din to subside before continuing.]
Daymon: But *****ES are for the past, fans... and to be frank, I want NOTHING to do with them from here on out! I mean, I'd LOVE to stand here and say I'm looking on to future challenges... against guys with chops like JA and KIN HIROSHI...
[BIG reaction from the fans.]
Daymon: ...but I can't really say I'm looking FORWARD to that, in honest confidence, knowing this TAINT on my mind in the form of one man who's been biting at my ankles like a PEST for the past year...
Stalker...
JASON REEVES...
[OVERWHELMING BOOS from the fans. Daymon's expression is now completely serious... borderline enraged.]
Daymon: Jason... I'm not wasting one word on you unless it was said right in your face. So do me a favor and GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE before I go back there and DRAG YOU OUT myself!
[More JEERS from the fans as “I Did My Time” hits the PA. Stalker's video package plays on the EmpireTron as the spotlights go to the entrance, and everybody waits for him to appear. Several moments go by and nobody emerges.]
DT: Is he coming?
DM: Probably afraid of that thing Rocko has called “talent.”
MN: BWAHAHAHAHA!! Rocko... TALENT... good one, Dean-O!
[Another few moments go by before there's movement at ringside. Daymon spins around as a grinning STALKER comes to his feet, having slipped in from the audience. Both men stand their ground as a tense staredown ensues. Stalker already has a mic in his hand as he cues for his music to end and begins to speak to Rocko directly.]
Stalker: Well Rocko, ol' buddy, ol' pal... allow me to be the FIRST man from the Empire Pro locker room to congratulate you on your win!! Really gotta say, that BELT looks nice on ya--
Daymon: Cut the crap, Jason...
[With a grin, Stalker lowers the mic and crosses his arms.]
Daymon: This title represents a YEAR of climbing tooth and nail from the bottom of this federation to the top! In that same year, you came, you talked a lot of ****, you threw yourself off a couple high things, and otherwise did JACK! That whole time, you kept dropping my name, bringing up events that only DINOSAURS remember, and riding my ASS every step of the way.
Then... on the last Aggression, holding my WIFE under a blade... you have the balls to ask for a shot at me.
[Stalker can only chuckle as he recalls this memory. The fans BOO.]
Daymon: I suppose NOW that I'm the World Heavyweight Champion—no thanks to YOU—you want a shot at this TITLE... am I right?
Stalker: Heh heh... well, Rocko, now that you mention it, the added flavor of having that belt up for grabs doesn't sound half bad!
Daymon: ...
Well it ain't gonna happen, Stalker.
[CHEERS from the fans as Stalker's grin turns into a grimace.]
Daymon: You think I'm AFRAID of you? I proved at Black Dawn even with you trying to SCREW ME OVER, I CAN prevail! You can KEEP ON nagging at my heels match after match, for all I care, cause as long as you NEVER fight me, I'll take satisfaction knowing you can NEVER get what you've been waiting for all these years!
You'll NEVER GET IT, Stalker!
NEVER...
And if you got anything more to say about it, I'd suggest you SAY IT NOW, and then GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE.
[Daymon holds down the mic and stands CONFIDENTLY to Stalker, inches from his face, and the crowd CHEERS around them! Stalker returns the stare for several moments before raising his own mic.]
Stalker: You think... a few SCREWJOBS is all you have to be afraid of, Rocko?
You think trying to cost you a match is ALL I'm capable of? OH HO, Rocko... I thought you knew me better than that! Any minute of your life, Rocko... ANY MINUTE OF YOUR POINTLESS, INSIGNIFICANT LIFE... I could just as easily leave you PARALYZED, a crippled WASTE OF SPACE!! Just LIKE THAT!!
MN: Now we're going to get sued by the handicapped...
...YOU DOUBT ME, HUH?! Okay, Rocko... okay... I'll SHOW YOU what I'm capable of tonight! Mark my words, Rocko, you're going to WISH YOU HADN'T PISSED ME OFF!! And to think that all you had to do was just give me my fair REMATCH and take your ass-kicking like a man!
Well, that's just fine, cause I'M SICK OF YOUR FACE, Rocko!!
TONIGHT, YOUR CAREER IS OVER!!
[A deafening BUMP blasts through the arena as Stalker DROPS the mic in anger and rolls over the ropes to the outside. His expression is completely reserved anger as he hops the barricade and makes his way back through the crowd. Daymon stands alone in the ring watching after him, continuing to hold the title over his shoulder. “Death Is This Communion” comes over the PA once again.]
DM: “Tonight, his career is over!” Straight from the horse's mouth, the horse being STALKER!
DT: A BOLD claim, but... knowing how conniving and sneaky Stalker can be, one can't help but think he's got something big in store tonight!
DM: I don't understand how he's going to end Rocko's career. Daymon isn't scheduled to compete tonight, and he'll be returning to his hotel after this interview tonight.
DT: Regardless, we're about to get into our opening matches here tonight. But I'm sure we haven't seen the last of Stalker before this show is through...
[Camera shows referee Carlos Gomez speaking with some other EPW employees backstage. Screams suddenly fill the area as something goes crashing down in the background. Gomez turns his head to see Jason Reeves storming at him.]
Gomez: Get away from me!
[Gomez yells at Jason and begins running away from him, Jason calmly walks after him as Gomez keeps looking over his shoulder before crashing into none other then Dan Ryan. Gomez quickly hides behind him and peeks at the incoming Jason.]
Stalker: You can't keep hiding from me, Gomez!
Gomez: It wasn't my fault, Tre escaped the cage before you did, he won the match, I AM SORRY!
Ryan: Whoa.. whoa. Jason what the hell you think you are doing here?
Stalker: I told you I was going to get my hands on that puny rat.
Ryan: It's not happening, not while I am here.
Stalker: Yeah well that won't be forever now will it?
[Jason smirks at Dan and Carlos then walks away as Carlos continues to cower behind Ryan's back.]
Ryan: I'm not going to be able to protect you forever, Gomez. You need to find someone to get your back and FAST.
[The Camera switches back to Jason Reeves walking down the hallway towards a closed room. Mojo Massey is standing in front of it with a frown on his face.]
Mojo: So..... Stalker. Why'd you call me here tonight?
Stalker: Got something I wanna get off my chest is all. Come on in.
[Jason opens the door to a dimly lit locker room, a tv on a stand is in the middle of the room. Jason walks over to it and presses play on the DVD player.]
Mojo: What's this?
Stalker: Just a little something I wanted to get off my chest.
[The camera zooms in to the television to show it playing the home made recording of a house. It's a really big, rich house. Nothing special..... until it shows Rocko Daymon exiting the front door and heading down the lawn to grab the morning paper.]
Mojo: What the hell is this?
Stalker: Just shut up and keep watching!
[After a few more moments of Rocko footage of in front of the house, it switches to a night time shot. This time, much closer, showing the Daymon family getting ready for supper, the kids setting the plates and Caitlyn bringing out the food. Rocko walks in to recieve hugs from his children and a kiss from his wife. They are all smiling, happy, loving.]
Stalker: That's what I could have had. But no, Rocko is just like all the rest of you, a bully. People tend to believe that I am of that persona. Tell the ****s in high school that.
Mojo: Uhhhhh....
[A few more shots are shown of the Daymon family watching television together in the family room, smiling, laughing enjoying one another. Now the camera switches to another shot, this one of a bedroom with Rocko Daymon lying on his bed. Caitlyn comes out of the bathroom with
nothing but a robe on and walks slowly over to Daymon's side of the bed. He looks up, she smiles at him as he sits up to kiss her. She pushes Daymon back down on the bed and begins to undo her robe, it drops halfway down showing the back and just as she's about to let go the camera feed cuts off.]
Stalker: You can catch the rest of the action at Caitlyngonewild.com. Now Mojo, what do you think of my filmmaking?
Mojo: Well...... Quite scary actually.
Stalker: Good, now get the hell out. And as for you Rocko, this is only a taste, only a small taste of what you will get for you continued ignorance of me. It's time you finally come face to face with me and do what's right. Lose to the better man!
[Camera switches back to a speechless Dean Matthews who's looking over Mike Neely's shoulder.]
DM: GET THE HELL OFF THE WEBSITE!
MN: What? It's my job to know what's going on in Empire Pro.
DM: Geez, Neely….