[The camera zooms in on Jason Reeves, by himself, sitting in a dark corner of the arena. He motions with his hand for the camera to come closer, as it does his face becomes less of a shadow. Looking directly into the camera lenses he smiles.]
Stalker: Tonight is the night. It's the night that will go down in history as my defiance against the rules of this place. No longer am I bound to the structure of disqualifications and count outs. Tonight is the introduction of the world I threatened to bring here for a long time. I'm done biding my time, playing by the rules, whatever you want to call it. It's time for me to step up and take on I feel needs it. For now it's Cruise and Hiroshi.. at the pay per view.. well I got a plan for that.
It's all downhill from here.
I just hope that the powers that be are ready for the rest of their top shelf performers to be taken out by my hands.
[Jason shows his hands to the camera and they are taped and covered with shards of broken glass.]
Stalker: The war...... it's just begun.
[With a swift motion Jason pushes the camera back cutting it to static.]
Moments later...
[STATIC..]
We’re backstage, as Stalker steps out of the darkness of his promo area and comes around the corner….
Right into Lindsay Troy.
He stops short, and his eyes narrow in disdain.
Troy: Nice promo work there, Jason. I want you to take the glass off your hands.
Stalker: (stepping in closer) Maybe you didn’t hear me. It’s Stalker rules now. I was told it was anything goes.
Troy: Not by me you weren’t, and my word is the only one that counts. You’ll wrestle your match tonight and you’ll wrestle it by the book. You hear me?
Stalker: Or what??
Troy: Or….you really don’t want me to finish that sentence.
Troy and Stalker stare each other down for a few tense moments before Stalker relaxes slightly and chuckles a little bit, but disturbingly so.
Stalker: You’re the boss.
Stalker quickly unwinds the wrapping on his fist and slams it down in the hallway, sending shards of glass everywhere. Lindsay Troy holds her ground, watching as Stalker….stalks past and down the hall.
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, tapping the belt over his shoulder.
CUT TO: “Triple X” Sean Stevens on the second turnbuckle staring out into the crowd with one arm 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.]
DT: Ladies and gentlemen - welcome to AGGRESSION!
DM: Listen to this reception! Ohhhhhh myyyyy!
DT: With the wrestling world still abuzz over the crowning of a new EPW CHAMPION, we're coming to you LIVE from the O-K-C, home of the NBA's Thunder.. just a stone's throw away from Sooner Country, for the first show in what will undoubtedly be a new era in Empire Pro! I'm Dave Thomas, with me as always are Dean Matthews and Mike Neely...
MN: Hello hello.
DT: ..And it is our pleasure to welcome in a former Empire Pro TV champ and one of the staples of the circuit, the PHENOM of EPW, Mr. Shawn Hart!
SJH: Represent!
MN: Yo-yo, big man! What'chu been doing with yourself?
SJH: Drinkin' margaritas n' bangin' señoritas!
MN: Whooooa Nellie!
DM: Sounds like business is good.
SJH: There's no business like HO BUSINESS, Dean-o.
DT: Well Shawn, we're glad to have you back tonight because we've got a HUGE night of fights on tap for you, perhaps most notably the final match of the Kings of the Cage tournament!
SJH: Yeah, well... since Fusenshoff decided to lay a giant egg of SUCK, the Phenom wasn't able to bring his own brand of jiggy freshness to this match, but as it is - it's gonna be off the heezie fah sheezie!
DM: So I guess we can put you in Ice Tre's corner for the TV title match, huh?
SJH: You can put me wherever you want, what matters now is that Tre puts his boot into the nether regions of Fusenshoff's anus!
DT: Indeed, Fusenshoff will defend his world's television title against Ice Tre in a match that could definitely steal the spotlight here on Aggression, but right now that spotlight is firmly locked onto "Triple X" Sean Stevens - fresh off his clash with JA for the EPW World Heavyweight Title - and "Cocky" Craig Miles, who issued an open challenge earlier this week despite his Kings of the Cage final, going TOE TO TOE in our MAIN EVENT!
DM: The guy's a scrapper, but with him pulling double duty in bouts of this caliber, Miles just might have to throw a couple more of those fireballs to get the job done against an angry Sean Stevens.
MN: Not to mention the Kings of the Cage final!
DT: All that, a new heavyweight champion, and MUCH MORE comin' at you from Oklahoma City, but right now - let's get to our first BOUT!
[CUE UP: “Phenomenon” by Thousand Foot Krutch. Once the music hits the speakers, Frankie Scott BURSTS out from behind the curtain, adding fuel to the crowd's already blazing fire. While making his way to the ring, Scott slaps many of the outstretched hands and waves his arms about as he moves quickly down the ramp.]
TF: The following match is scheduled for ONE FALL! Introducing first... from Atlanta, Georgia... weighing in at TWO HUNDRED FORTY-TWO pounds...
FRRRRAANKIEEEE SSSSSSCOTTTTTTT!
DM: Frankie Scott is coming off a tough loss last week, but believe you me Davey-boy, he's got the grit and the determination to turn it around at any moment.
MN: Well, he's got his boy here at ringside right?
SJH: Heh, well... Frankie and I had some good times and some bad times in our brief moment together, but through it all - ONE THING remained constant!
DT: And what was that, Shawn?
SJH: His flaming red pubes...
DM: Say wha?
SJH: That man's crotch looks like the surface of the Planet Mars...
MN: Uhb?
[Upon reaching center-ring, Scott shoots Hart a glance that is quickly met with a thumbs up.]
DT: At any rate, I'm inclined to agree with you, Mr. Matthews. Frankie is the consummate pro and definitely has a shot each and every time out, but what the future holds for him on this particular night is anybody's guess.
[CUE UP: “Redeemer” by Marilyn Manson. The house lights gradually dim into blackness. Strobe lights circulate around the arena. The fans continue to be boisterous, despite not quite knowing what to make of Omega, who slides slowly through the curtains with ‘Barb’ in his grasp. He pauses for a beat, cautiously surveying his surroundings before continuing on down the aisle.]
TF: And his opponent, from the great state of Missouri... weighing in at TWOO HUNDRED NINETY-FIVE pooounds... he is......
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO-MEEEGGGGGGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!
DT: We saw this man when we were in New Orleans and guys, just like Lindsay Troy, I don't have any idea what to make of him.
MN: I do... he's a CRAZY BASTARD!
DT: Well, anybody who speaks with and hears voices from a steel chair definitely has a.... er.... different world perspective?
SJH: He's nuttier than my pet squirrel's sh** stains, Dave!
DM: Eeeeasy Shawn, this is a family show!
[Omega slides under the bottom rope, still latching onto ‘Barb’. As he eyes his opponent, he begins to whisper to her. Scott simply stares at the duo in disbelief.]
DT: The referee looking on now as Omega...leads Barb to her spot at ringside.
DM: Did that really just come out of your mouth?
DT: I-I really don't know...
[The two men begin to circle each other as the official calls for the opening bell!]
DT: And we're off here on Aggression as Omega and Frankie Scott look to be feeling each other out here in the early going!
[Hart is heard snickering.]
DT: Omega, the newcomer, and Frankie Scott... looking to get back on the right track, and there he goes looking to start things off with a standing dropkick, but Omega sidesteps it and PLANTS Scott with a hammer fist to the kidneys!!!
DM: No technique whatsoever on that one! He simply stepped around Scott and swung his flailing arm and balled fist into Scott's side!
SJH: Wowzers.
DT: You can see the pain on Frankie's face as he slides his way back into the corner. Meanwhile Omega appears to be shouting something to Barb at ringside.
MN: Again, this guy is one CRAZY bastard...
SJH: Oh, he's a total fruitcake, though I do find Barb strangely alluring.
DT: Omega nodding his head now, as if he's received some kind of instruction or advice from that barbed wire-laden steel chair, then quickly back on the attack and making his way to Scott... but as Omega reaches for his shoulders, Scott shoots between the legs of the six foot eight Omega and rolls underneath him! Omega - quick to turn about, but Frankie Scott catches him with a jab to the gut! And another! And another!
DM: Nice display of ring savvy from the Phenomenal one!
SJH: Heeeeeeey now! I've that shizz copyrighted!
DT: Frankie Scott - backing up... he hits the ropes for momentum, gathers a full head of steam, and...
[BAAAAAM!!!]
DM: Wow..........
DT: OMEGA WITH A SICK POWERSLAM ON FRANKIE SCOTT!!! Down goes Frankie for the second time!
SJH: He planted that boy to the mat like I plant cannabis in my rose garden!
DT: Omega wasting no time here as he props Scott back to a standing position, takes him by the arm, and sends him shooting toward the ropes on the far side with Irish whip! Coming back the other way now... and Frankie ducks the clothesline attempt! Scott hits a second set of ropes... and CRASHES into Omega with a shoulder block, but the big man is still on his feet!
MN: That's three hundred pounds of schizophrenia, D-T!
DT: Omega is a smidge wobbly, but the impact wasn't enough to take him down. Frankie Scott quickly backs into the ropes and shoots off of them once again for go-round number two - and AGAIN Omega withstands the blow, although this time he's backed into the corner and reaching to the turnbuckle for support!
DM: Omega is CLEARLY loaded for bear. What an athlete!
SJH: Don't sleep on my boy Frankie, he's taken a couple of big shots already and gotten right back into it.
DT: Scott hits the ropes for a THIRD time, springs off of them, and goes for the-
[SMAAAASH!!]
DT: Biiiiiiiiiig BOOT by Omega as he lunges out of the corner leg first at Frankie's jaw!!!
DM: Yeeeeesh... Frankie was coming at him with so much momentum, he still ended up under Omega!
MN: Them's Ed-juh-cated feet!
DT: Omega yanks Scott back to a standing position... only to DROP HIM with a DDT!!
MN: I think even the fans in the cheap seats could hear his face smacking canvas there.
SJH: I haven't heard a smack like that since the Slavic spanking in Rodney Moore's Red Rumpers - Volume 2!!
DT: Omega hits the mat now, quickly hooking a leg for the cover...
One.............
Twooooooooooo..................
MN: NO!!!
DT: Scott with just enough wherewithal to get his left foot onto that bottom rope to break the count! Surprisingly, Omega seems to have staved off any frustration and is looking to get right back into it as he has Scott by the neck, looking to get him back up to - WAIT! What's this?! Small package from Frankie Scott!! The official is there-
One...............
Twooooooooooooooo................
Omega kicks out with AUTHORITY, pressing Scott up and off of him! Both men hurrying back to their feet, with Omega attempting a lariat on the charging Scott - Scott deftly ducks the try though, reaches back, grabs Omega by the neck aaaaaaand-
[THUD!]
DM: This guy is sick!!
SJH: Sicker than Lindsay Troy's anal herpes!
DT: Frankie Scott goes for the reverse neckbreaker, reaching back and falling to the mat with all the force he can muster and Omega goes NOWHERE! Scott just shot back down to the mat and landed on the back of his neck as Omega holds strong!
[A small, nearly inaudible chant begins to materializes amongst the masses.]
MN: LOOK OUT!
[The chant slowly grows louder.]
DT: And Omega follows THAT up with a big ELBOW DROP to the solar plexus of the fallen Frankie Scott!! Scott - doubled over in pain as Omega calmly finds his feet.
[A rather large contingent in the crowd can clearly be heard chanting, "WE WANT BARB!" followed by a succession of claps.]
DM: Omega is EERILY calm, Dave... almost disturbingly so. He's dishing out all this pain like it's nothing, and not even thinking twice!
DT: A large group of fans is now chanting for that steel chair and Omega, who looked to be continuing his assault, has been stopped in his tracks and - yes, he's now turning back and his eyes are FIXED on Barb at ringside.
MN: Look at him! He's talking to the chair now!
SJH: This guy makes the Spears family look stable, Mike.
[The chants quickly morph into cheers.]
DT: Well it looks like Barb has given the OK, because despite some avid admonition from the official, Omega is headed to the outside!
DM: Oy... the fight's in the ring, bub!
[The official yells out, "OOOONE!!!" as he begins a count.]
DT: Oh my... Omega's got the steel chair! The referee is IMPLORING him to release it, and has begun to initiate the mandatory 10-count, but Omega's eyes are LOCKED onto Barb!
[TWOOOOO!!]
SJH: FRANKIE!!! GET YOUR ASS UP!!
[THREEEE!!]
DT: Omega is climbing up to the apron now - he's got the chair and Scott is out on the canvas!
[FOOOOOUR!!]
DM: I think Frankie's beginning to stir.
[FIIIIIIIIVE!!]
DT: The referee is reaching for the chair and-
MN: Whoa whoa whoa..
DT: Omega pulled that chair back and looked as if he was going to start swinging!
[SIIIIX!!]
SJH: That's what happens when you mess with a dude's woman!
DT: Frankie looks to be finding his feet! He's clearly been rattled by the big newcomer, but he's up on one knee now!! Meanwhile Omega, the referee, and Barb continue to debate... my God, they've got to get that chair out of his hands!
[SEVEN!!]
DM: Scott's in for a world of hurt if he doesn't hurry! Look at the crazed look in Omega's eyes!
DT: Frankie's just now starting to shake the cobwebs off! Oh my goodness!!
[EIGHT!!!]
SJH: GET UP, JACKHOLE!!
[NINE!!!]
DT: OMEGA VIOLENTLY SHOVES THE REFEREE ASIDE!! MY GOD - HE'S STILL GOT THAT CHAIR!!
SJH: Frankie's UP!
DT: OMEGA IS CLIMBING INTO THE RING, BUT FRANKIE'S UP! HE'S CHARGING AT OMEGA!!
[A loud SMACK echoes throughout the arena and the fans are driven into FRENZY!]
SJH: Hoooooooooooly Sh-
DT: DROPKICK BY SCOTT!! OMEGA HAD THE STEEL CHAIR IN HIS CLUTCHES AND SCOTT DROPKICKED IT RIGHT BACK INTO HIS FACE!! DOWN GOES OMEGA TO THE OUTSIDE!! HE HAS BEEN BUSTED OPEN FROM THE IMPACT OF THAT BLOW AND-
[The referee stumbles up against the turnbuckle and quickly signals for the BELL!]
MN: THAT'S IT!
DT: IT'S ALL OVER! The referee is calling for the bell, and it looks as if this thing's gonna end in a count-out!
DM: Oooh boy. I don't know, Dave. Omega was CLEARLY reentering the ring. If he hadn't attacked the referee, HELL.. if he hadn't gone to the outside to begin with, Omega might've won this thing!!
DT: Excellent move by Frankie Scott, capitalizing on some extracurricular activity by Omega and saving his own skin in the process!
[Frankie's victory is announced, after which his music hits the PA, but rather than celebrate, Frankie rolls out of the ring and begins to make his way toward the fallen Omega.]
MN: That idiot! What the hell is he doing?
SJH: Frankie, baby... you won! Get the hell out of here while the gettin's still good!
[With his eyes firmly fixed upon Omega, Frankie reaches down toward the steel chair!]
DT: Again, it appears as if Frankie Scott has won via count-out, but he's now stalking his tormentor!
DM: The match is over, Dave, but Frankie's going for the chair!
DT: He's got it! What's he gonna do! Omega is laid out on the ground, and Frankie's got the chair! Frankie takes another step toward Omega....
[Suddenly, Scott stops in his tracks and displays a hint of a grin.]
DT: Wait a minute, folks.. Frankie is pulling back.... and he's now tapping that steel chair with his other hand and nodding his head! It looks as if he's saying something to a still-dazed Omega... I can't quite make it out..
SJH: I think his flaming pubes have burned away all his brain cells.
MN: Wha?! He's turning tail now.
DT: Scott WISELY backs away from Omega and looks to be heading for the entryway, but he's taking Barb with him! Frankie Scott is STEALING the object of Omega's insanity!!
DM: Omega is beginning to come to, but I don't think he's realized exactly what happened.
DT: Frankie Scott... shooting one last look at Omega and now he's waving that steel chair as he steps back through the curtain! Scott has stolen the win and now he's stealing Barb!
SJH: Dude just signed his own death warrant.
DT: Fans, we'll be back after these words!