['Did my time' by Korn blares over the PA system and the fans erupt in a chorus of boos. Jason Reeves makes his way down the enterance ramp dressed in street clothes. Making his way to the announcer's booth the fans boos grow even louder as he smiles and takes a seat. Putting a head set on he sits down next to Neely.]

Stalker: How goes it fellas?

DT: Stalker, what is it that you are doing here? Your match isn't until much later.

Stalker: Well I figured i'd come here and watch my friend Fusenshoff in action tonight.

MN: Glad to have ya!

DM: You would be.

Stalker: That's cause he's smart, Dean.

DM: Whatever.

['Phenomenah' by the Yeah Yeah Yeahs comes over the PA system and Shawn Hart steps out to a mixture of boos and a few cheers from the ladies. Pyros blaze out behind him as he poses for the crowd before hopping up on the ring apron and stepping in.]

Stalker: He has no chance tonight.

DT: Are you here to make sure of that, Stalker?

Stalker: Come on now, when have I ever gotten involved in a match that I wasn't in?

MN: Yeah, exactly, why are you guys always giving my man Jason such a hard time?

DM: He's only your man because he's sitting right here.

MN: SO!

Stalker: It's okay, Mike. We all know where your loyalty truly lies.

['Wherever I may roam' by Metallica hits the PA and the fans jump to their feet in cheers. Fusenshoff steps out with the Television title draped over his shoulder. He makes his way to the ring clearly focused on Shawn Hart who's standing in the middle of the ring. Sliding in he hands the belt to the ref who raises it up and hands it to the time keeper. Both men stare each other down as the ref rings the bell.]

DT: Here we go! 

Stalker: Fusenshoff is an amazing competitor and people fail to realize just how much I want him to truly realize his potential.

DM: That's a joke he doesn't need your help, he's the television champ for god's sakes and HE BEAT you.... much like everyone else.

Stalker: ....

DT: Well then. Fusenshoff and Shawn Hart are staring each other down in the ring and they finally lock up. Hart with a quick elbow to the gut gets the advantage. Swinging Fuse into the ropes he comes back and Hart decks him out with a clothesline. Picking him up now Hart hooks him, vertical suplex! Hart poses for the crowd and gets a loud reaction from the women.

DM: Looks like his focus has already shifted from winning this match to making a fool of himself.

Stalker: You won't see Fusenshoff pulling stuff like that.

MN: Or Stalker!

DT: Hart picking Fusenshoff back up now rakes him in the eyes. He steps back... DISCUS PUNCH! Fusenshoff falls flat to the mat. Coming off the ropes he follows it up with a knee drop to the face! Fusenshoff rolls on the ground in pain and Hart is ready to capitalize.

DM: Picking him up again Hart sets Fusenshoff up for another suplex, but Fuse blocks it. And... REVERSES IT! NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX! 

Stalker: There we go. Fusenshoff has amazing grit, it's always going to take more then a few simple move combonations to get the upper hand on him.

DM: What is your deal, Jason? You cause months of grief for this kid and now your out here trying to act like his best friend. He's nothing like you and thankfully never will be.

Stalker: We'll see about that, Dean.

DT: Both men are slow to get up to their feet but they are both up at the same time and charge at one another. Hart gets Fusenshoff in a headlock that he quickly shoves off. Hart reaches in again but Fusenshoff blocks his grapple and nails him with a kick to the stomach. Whipping Hart into the corner now he bounces off the turnbuckle right into a hip toss from Fusenshoff!

DM: And he quickly follows that up with a leg drop across Hart's face.

MN: You can't keep a good Hart down for ever! Come on Shawn!

[Stalker glares at Neely.]

MN: I mean.. come on Fusenshoff!

DM: What a joke.

DT: Fusenshoff picks up Hart and works him over to the corner of the ring, nailing him with a combo of punches and kicks. He grabs hold of Hart's arm and whips him across the ring into the other corner! Hart comes stumbling out right into a BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX! Fusenshoff goes for the quick cover... 1....2...no! Hart with the kickout!

Stalker: See, he just slapped the mat in frustration. He's changing day by day.

DM: You are crazy.

DT: I think we can all agree on that one, Dean. Fusenshoff picking Hart up now looks to be setting him up to finish the match, oooh! Hart nailed him with a low blow and the ref didn't even see it! He follows that up by poking Fusenshoff in the eye! Now he rolls him up.. 1.....2....3NO! Fusenshoff barely kicks out and tries to get to his feet but is dazed. 

DM: Hart is quick to get up though and charges at Fuse with a knee to the face. Picking him up by his hair now he spins Fusenshoff around and hooks him with a German Suplex! Holds it for the pin... 1....2....3no! Another kickout by Fusenshoff.

DT: Stepping up now he looks down at Fusenshoff and grabs hold of his legs... he's setting him up... Catapult to the turnbuckle! Fusenshoff is laid out in the corner and Hart is looking to take full advantage of this. He lifts Fusenshoff up and whips him into the corner.. no reversed.. oh my god! The ref got blind sided by the reversal and got laid out!

DM: Great.. now we have not only Hart and Fusenshoff laid out in the ring but now the ref is too! 

Stalker: Interesting.

DT: Hart and Fusenshoff are getting to their feet at the same time. Fuse charges in and Hart ducks it he spins around... OH SUPERKICK! Fusenshoff just got laid out and Hart goes for the pin with no ref there....... 

DM: That looks like a three count to me. Hart finally comes to his senses and realizes the ref is out cold. 

Stalker: Looks like it's time.

[Throwing down his headset Stalker picks up the chair he was sitting on and heads towards the ring.]

DM: I knew that piece of garbage was going to get involved!

DT: Stalker slides into the ring and Hart doesn't see him... WICKED CHAIRSHOT to the back of Hart's head! The ref is still out of it and Fusenshoff is finally starting to stir. Stalker is yelling at Fuse as he's getting up telling him to pin Hart. Fusenshoff looks confused at first then his face fills with anger as he sees Stalker with the chair.

DM: Looks like I was right.

DT: Wait.. Stalker is yelling something at him and pointing at the Empire Tron. Fusenshoff turns his face to look at it and a picture of a young woman appears on the screen. Fusenshoff.. OH MY GOD HE JUST SPEARED STALKER THROUGH THE ROPES! They are fighting on the floor laying into one another. 

DM: Wow what timing.. now the ref gets up.

DT: Slowly yes.. but Stalker and Fusenshoff are fighting it out now up near the ramp.. the ref finally sees it as Hart is getting to his feet. He's starting the 10 count on Fusenshoff as he just does not care!

[Stalker and Fusenshoff continue to brawl up the ramp as the ref counts to 10 just as they disappear behind the curtains.]

DM: The bell rings and Hart wins this match by count out and he is absolutely furious!

DT: I hear we have cameras in the back..

[The camera switches to the back just as Fusenshoff is seen flying across it into a table filled with drinks and food. Stalker is walking slowly towards him and Fusenshoff is quick to get up and charges right back at him! Nailing each other with punches left and right they are absolutely tearing into one another. Suddenly secruity swarms in to seperate the two and finally some words can be made out.]

Stalker: Finally!!! Fusenshoff! Show them what you are really like! 

Fusenshoff: You piece of garbage... I WILL NEVER be like you!

[Fusenshoff tries to lunge for Stalker but they hold him back.]

Stalker: Next week I want you in a cage match! One on One! IF I BEAT YOU.. you ACCEPT MY ADVICE and become what you were truly meant to BE! IF YOU BEAT ME.... I'LL LEAVE EPW FOR GOOD!

[Before Fusenshoff can accept he's dragged out of the arena by security.]

[MUSIC UP: “It Was A Good Day” by Ice Cube. As Jared Wells stalks towards the ring looking all business and ready for a fight.]

TF: The following contest is set for ONE FALL! In the ring first, he hails from Baltimore Maryland and weighs in at 254 pounds…JARED…WELLS!!!

[The crowd buzzes, with a bit more cheering then booing as Wells turns his attention to the entrance way. ]

DT: This promises to be a high impact and brutal match up between men who at one time were the best of friends, now both men come off disappointing debuts here in EPW and are looking for a win in the worst way.

[MUSIC UP: “More Human Then Human” by White Zombie as Anarky power walks to the ring to a chorus of boos. Anarky is kept from Wells by the ref as he looks ready to pounce.]

TF: And his opponent, from Hartford, Connecticut weighing in art 234 pounds…ANARKY!!!

[The bell rings and the two men instantly begin trading punches!]

DT: And these two are all over each other to start! Anarky rocking Wells with a series of right hands and he sends him down after a flurry! 

DM: These two men clearly have set aside the past and are intent on making a new future for themselves in EPW at each other’s expense!

DT: Anarky now grabs Wells and throws him into the corner. A series of HARD knees to the stomach by Anarky and an uppercut! Wells rocked as Anarky sends him to the other corner…WELLS CRASHES CHEST FIRST INTO THE TURNBUCKLE!

MN: Man Wells took that with some sick impact! Anarky’s not playing nice tonight!

DT: Anarky stomping away on the head of Wells and he pulls him back to his feet…Anarky SMASHES Wells with a short-arm clothesline! He covers!

ONE!

TWO!

NO!

DT: Wells shoots the shoulder up at two and the match continues as Anarky lifts Wells to his feet…JAWBREAKER BY WELLS! He caught Anarky off guard and now both men are down!

MN: You can get knocked cold by a shot to the jaw, Anarky will be feeling that one tomorrow, and well, right now also.

DT: Wells gets to his feet faster then Anarky and gives him a big right hand and another…Anarky rocked into the ropes…Wells now whips him into the ropes…OVERHEAD BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX! He just THREW Anarky across the ring! 

DM: Wells knows he needs to land some big moves to get the momentum going his way and he’s doing his best to deliver! 

DT: Anarky being repeatedly kicked in the head now by Wells who drags him to his feet…BIG VERTICAL SUPLEX BY WELLS! He kept Anarky upside down for a good 5-6 seconds before FINALLY dumping him to the mat. The cover!

ONE!

TWO!

NO!

DT: Anarky gets out at two…Wells stomping away on Anarky and pushes him into the corner…Anarky whipped to the other side…WELLS WITH A CLOTHESLINE! Anarky rocked in the corner…Wells now whips him back to the other corner…AVALANCHE SPALSH! NO! ANARKY MOVED!!

DM: I think Wells might have hit the ring post with that splash attempt! He got a lot of air and hit nothing but steel!

DT: You may be right about that as Wells looks out of it as Anarky is slowly dragging himself to his feet, Wells now starting to move, Anarky quickly over to Wells and he’s looking for a CHAOS BREAKER…HE HITS IT!!! THE COVER!!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

[Bell rings, MUSIC UP: “More Human Then Human” by White Zombie]

TF: Here is your winner…ANNNNARRRRKKKKYYYY!!!!

DT: A tough, hard fought match up that really turned on an unlucky break for Jared Wells.

MN: Yeah if he didn’t hit that ring post this would have been a totally different match.

[Lights flicker…Then go out]

DT: What the hell?! 

MN: Oh I always hate this!

[The lights come back on to show us Felix Red standing in the ring over a fallen Anarky!]

DT: Oh lord! Felix Red just attacked Anarky! What is this all about?!

[Felix grabs a mic from ringside]

FELIX: We are forever ill-defined by our history, but who we are is not who we are...we go so far, and do so much...only to return… I wouldn't even be here, in this company, if it wasn't for you, Anarky with a Kay...And now, at last, I must do what I must do, what I came here to do...Sometimes, to truly move foreword, one must destroy history...one must blow up a museum. So yeah, next show, me versus you, Anarky Rules match...Unless you pus*y out, like you've done over and over for the past, what, two years?

DT: Anarky’s back to his feet and he’s TACKLED FELIX! The two men brawling on the mat, security is rushing into the ring trying to pry them apart.

DM: This is the culmination of a lot of history. Felix Red came to this company only to destroy Anarky, and then found out he wasn’t here. Now finally these two are going to settle things!

DT: They might not wait till the next show, we need more help out here! Wait, The First and Gotho have come out here and are pulling Felix to the back while a mob of security has Anarky pinned in a corner in the ring…Hopefully cooler heads have prevailed here…We’ll be right back!