[Camera switches over to Larry Tact and The Russian Viking already introduced and standing in the ring.]
DT: Larry Tact and Olivir are standing across the ring from one another. Tact is staring the larger man down.
MN: If he's lucky, Tact won't get teabagged tonight.
DM: That signal moment in EPW history should be erased.
MN: Which moment?
DM: .....
DT: The bell rings and Larry and Olivir hook up in the middle of the ring, Olivir slams his forearm into the back of Tact sending him to the mat. Olivir picks him up by the hair, hooks him, lifts him up and... is holding him straight in the air!
MN: He's letting all the blood flow straight to his head.
DM: You would know. Finally Olivir drops him to the mat with a loud thud. What the hell is the Viking doing now?
MN: He's raising the roof!
[Neely begins to raise the roof along with Olivir and the crowd is cheering loudly.]
DT: I don't think it's a good idea to turn your back on Larry Tact. He's definately no push over.
MN: Turn around you dumb buffoon!
DM: Too late!
DT: Tact NAILS Olivir with a low blow, which doesn't faze him?
DM: Tact is holding his arm in pain as if he hit something hard down there!
[Olivir reaches into his tights and pulls out a cup while shaking his finger at Tact.]
DT: The Viking is looking to capitalize. He lifts Tact up who pushes him off and Olivir charges at him with a clothesline! DUCKED by Tact, Tact with a right and a left and another right sends Olivir reeling into the ropes!
DM: Tact charges at Olivir and knees him in the gut, doubling him over. Tact takes advantage and flowing DDT!
MN: Man he is great but such an idiot at times.
DT: Olivir seems to be out and Tact rolls him over for the pin, hooks the leg, 1....2...
Tact gets BODYPRESSED off of Olivir who storms up to his feet. Tact is up too and Olivir goes for his arm, and yanks him across the ring into the turnbuckle!
DM: Tact looks dazed and Olivir is screaming towards him like a freight train... TACT MOVES!
Olivir crashes body first into the turnbuckle and Tact quickly rolls him up...
1.....2.....3!!!
MN: WHAT THE HELL!?!? How'd he lose so quick?!?
DT: Mike, Larry Tact is a proffesional wrestler, not some big dumb idiot who raises the roof to victory every night out. Olivir was out skilled and he himself can't believe it as Tact makes the quick exit out the ring. .
[CUT-TO: Backstage, where Lindsay Troy and Dan Ryan walk side-by-side down a hallway, matching smirks on their faces. Troy has her hands in the pockets of her suit jacket, and her wavy black-cherry hair lifts and falls about her face.]
Lindsay Troy: That went rather well.
Dan Ryan: Never let it be said that this company didn't miss you while you were off being Ms. Big Shot everywhere else.
Lindsay Troy: Mmm. And now I get to be Ms. Big Shot here again. Funny how these things seem to work themselves out.
Dan Ryan: Indeed.
Lindsay Troy: [sarcastically] I appreciate the heads up on Miles by the way.
Dan Ryan: [smiling] I know how you love a challenge.
[As they continue on in their travels, various crew members stop to greet the returned Queen, both old and new alike. Her smirk turns to a patient smile as small talk is briefly made with those who seek it, before she and Dan continue on.]
Lindsay Troy: I'm going to have to remember everyone's name now, huh.
Dan Ryan: One of the many requirements of being an owner, I'm afraid. I'm sure you'll get the hang of it pretty quickly.
Lindsay Troy: And I get the Big Important Arena Office too. Complete with nameplate.
Dan Ryan: Which you've already picked out.
Lindsay Troy: And had affixed to the door while we were out there surprising the world, again.
[The two stop in front of a door, which Ryan pushes open to reveal...The Big Important Arena Office. Troy enters first, then Ryan follows. The Queen surveys the room, eyes falling to the desk.]
Lindsay Troy: That's new.
Dan Ryan: New desk for a new regime. Call it a gift from the Welcome Wagon.
Lindsay Troy: Does the Welcome Wagon also give me the gift of the company jet?
Dan Ryan: Whenever you need it.
[She smirks once more.]
Lindsay Troy: Think I'm going to like this job.
[Ryan steps out the door, closing it partially, as Troy moves to her desk, smiling. A moment passes, until a knock comes at the door. As it swings open, it reveals EPW Intercontinental Champion Troy Douglas stepping into the office.]
Troy Douglas: Well, I can't exactly say I saw THIS coming.
Lindsay Troy: Good thing that doing the unexpected seems to be part of my allure.
Troy Douglas: I'll say.
[Douglas takes a second to take in the new surroundings, not to mention the new shape of things in EPW, before a quizzical expression crosses his face.]
Troy Douglas: But, I don't get it. You go through everything here, everything everywhere else, and now this? What's the motivation?
Lindsay Troy: Dan could have kept running this company if he wanted to. There was no stipulation in that A1E War Games match that said if EPW lost, Dan had to give up ownership of this place. Thing is, whether we deliberately do it or not, we Troy ladies have a certain quality about us that sees us generally getting what we want, whether we mean to or not. My sister would never, could never, force Dan to retire, even though she wanted him to. But he did realize that he can't be the father and husband that he wants to be and still be doing what he's been doing for years; here, there, and everywhere. So, he rides off into the sunset but keeps his baby in the family. [Pause.] Now, as far as 'motivation' goes, I think you know quite well by now, and better than anyone here, that I am going through a process of ... reinventing myself, [she makes the obvious motion of pointing to her hair] and there wasn't a better choice out there than moi.
Troy Douglas: Hey, for the first time in a long time, I'm not questioning his judgment. I've got no problem with a man putting his family first, and as far as I can tell, Dan couldn't have left the company in better hands. But, have you really thought about the repercussions of all this? There are still … certain people around here who aren't going to exactly welcome you with a laurel and hearty handshake, you know.
Lindsay Troy: Oh, I know. I've already made the preliminary calls to ESPN to see about getting Kornheiser and Wilbon to devote a PTI <i>Oddsmakers</i> segment to figuring out the chances of Westcott quitting after finding out I'm in charge, especially after what Dan set him up for out there tonight.
[The normally stoic Douglas can barely contain himself at this, cracking a smile and trying to hold back a chuckle. He fails, covering his face as he laughs. After a moment, he regains full composure.]
Troy Douglas: Yeah, but Wilbon's just going to say "PUSH", then Tony'll start whining and the whole thing's gone out the window before you can say "Pacman Jones."
Lindsay Troy: It'll still be better than a LeBatard/Adande joint.
Troy Douglas: Touchè. And hey, you're the boss now. You want to force Marcus to wrestle in a dress - AGAIN - go right ahead. You want to innundate this show with a collection of windbag sportswriters so long it makes JA's display at Black Dawn look like a Shriner's parade on the Fourth of July in Dipstick, Kentucky, that's your prerogative. But, no Skip Bayless. You do that, and there'll be a SERIOUS problem on your hands.
Lindsay Troy: He's not on any show that has any meaning to me. But don't worry, Megatron, I'm fairly certain you'll find that I can be fair and benevolent. When the mood strikes me, that is. And I expect when I see you over in PRIME-land, that you'll be referring to me as Boss and not just Lindz."
[The Queen gives the smallest of smiles, and the show goes elsewhere...]