DT: Alright folks, we’re back. And I’m being told as our first announcement concerning matches at Wrestleverse……Frankie Scott will face Omega….in a….let me get this right….”Barb On A Pole Match”
DM: Interesting…
DT: Well, those two have been going at it for a while now and I suppose it’s time to decide things once and for all.
[“Did My Time” by Korn hits the PA as the arena lights dim for a blue and black scheme. The audience begins to BOO as the standard Fallen video package plays on the Empire-Tron. Emerging from the entry-way is STALKER, who pumps both fists into the air as he soaks in the fans’ hate. Soon coming out from behind him is… FUSENSHOFF, who seems completely unwilling to be there with him. Stalker barks something in his ear and gives him the order to follow him to the ring.]
TF: Ladies and gentlemen, the following tag team contest is set for one fall! Introducing first, representing THE FALLEN… please welcome, the team of… STAAAALKERRR, and FFFUUUUSSSEEEENNSSHOOOFFFF!!
DT: Seems like ever since these two crossed paths, Stalker’s done EVERYTHING in his power to make Fusenshoff’s life a living hell!
DM: Everybody witnessed at the last Aggression the maniacal STALKER overcoming the TV Champ inside the steel cage. Because of the stipulations involved in that match, FUSENSHOFF is now an unwilling member of the Fallen, and has NO POWER to resist their commands!
MN: Which means whenever Stalker says “jump,” Fusenshoff says “how high?” It’s a BRILLIANT acquisition on the part of Stalker and Sean Stevens!
DT: I don’t like it one bit. How SOULLESS of a human being do you have to be to control and manipulate somebody against their own will??
DM: I don’t know if I can speak for Stalker, but… Fusenshoff agreed to the terms. He fought for the opportunity to expel that sick bastard from this federation for good. Besides, just because he’s a member of the Fallen doesn’t mean he holds the same kind of loyalty.
[In the ring, Stalker sternly gives Fusenshoff instructions during the match, which the TV Champ only seems to be half-listening to. Then, “More Human Than Human” by White Zombie kicks in over the PA. Emerging from the entry-way is ANARKY, to a chorus of booing fans, who ignores the audience while staring daggers into the team waiting for him in the ring as he briskly makes his way down to the ramp.]
TF: And their opponent… fighting out of Hartford, Connecticut, and weighing in at 231 pounds… HERE IS… AAAANNAAAARRRKKKYYYY!!!
DT: We witnessed earlier in the show a sudden change up in the planned match at Wrestleverse. No longer will “Cocky” Craig Miles be going head to head with “The Mecca” Marcus Westcott… but instead, this man, ANARKY, will take his place!
DM: And I don’t doubt there’s any love lost between the two… but this news comes on the night of their scheduled match where they’re fighting on the same side! Not to mention, I don’t think Anarky takes too kindly to be forced to fight on Miles’ behalf.
MN: Craig Miles is a GENIUS, end of story! And it’s only fair that ‘Nark takes his place after Empire Pro was CLEARLY responsible for that attack on the last show!
DT: You’re crazy, Neely…
[Anarky climbs onto the apron, but holds off on entering, seeing Stalker ready to pounce in the ring. Moments later, “Ladies and Gentlemen” by Saliva hits the PA, and the fans begin POPPING WILDLY! Coming of the entry-way is the former World Heavyweight champion, “THE MECCA” MARCUS WESTCOTT! Westcott slaps hands with a few fans as he comes down the ramp and joins the sneering Anarky on the apron.]
DT: Now HERE’S a man who has a right to be angry! Westcott wants nothing more than to get his hands on Craig Miles, but Miles has typically ducked out of the opportunity! Now he finds himself teaming up with a man who will be his OPPONENT come Wrestleverse!
DM: These two didn’t care for each other to begin with, but… now that they know they’re future opponents, how are they going to cooperate??
DT: Both of these men went through HELL in the previous show’s Bunkhouse Rules match. No doubt, they’ll take a trip through hell again come Wrestleverse! But what will come out of this situation? Two teams, BOTH of which have a lot of deep-seeded hate between partners!
MN: OH MAN, where’s the popcorn vendor!
[The ref makes his final checks before Anarky, without comment, obligates himself to start off his team. In The Fallen’s corner, Stalker naturally orders Fusenshoff to start things off for them.]
DT: Referee Brian Weatherby signals the timekeeper… and this match is underway! Anarky and the Television Champion approach the center of the ring and begin circling each other… both men have their fists up, as if “wrestling” were the last thing on their minds!
DM: You’re not going to see a whole lot of technical prowess in that ring with that many brawlers in the match.
MN: Thank GOD! For once, I don’t have to sit through you guys calling “reverse intangible cradle-plexes” and “inverted hammer naked toss-locks”…
DT: And there they GO!! Anarky makes the first move with a BIG haymaker that Fusenshoff could only partially deflect… and he follows it up with a few more, directed right at the TV Champion’s face!
MN: See, even I could call this match! Anarky lands a PUNCH… but now Fusenshoff comes back with a KICK!
DM: That toe to the gut doubles Anarky over, and Fuse tries to follow through with the DDT—but he’s bulled into the corner by ‘Nark! Anarky, now, switching up from the face to the body, as he keeps Fusenshoff PINNED in the corner and lands in as many shots to the ribs and kidneys that he can possibly get in!
MN: Textbook Fusenshoff, serving as Empire Pro’s trusty punching bag!
DT: Brian Weatherby’s there trying to split them up… and he nearly gets STEAMROLLED by the two competitors as FUSENSHOFF suddenly FORCES his way out of the corner, and BLASTS Anarky with a big KNEE to the chest! You can’t count out Fuse that quickly!
DM: A desperate, albeit wise attempt on the part of the TV Champion. ‘Nark was giving him no quarter there in that corner…
DT: Fuse, trying to keep up the pressure, going for a LOW TACKLE—but Anarky PLANTS HIS FEET and stops him with a HAMMERBLOW across the back! Fusenshoff is reeling in pain… and Anarky uses the opportunity to DRILL HIM with a standing DDT!
MN: HA!! I get this warm, tingly sensation every time I see Fusenshoff fail at life…
DT: Anarky back to his feet and leaves Fuse on the mat… instead going to his tag partner and FUTURE OPPONENT, Marcus Westcott, standing ready there on the apron! Westcott reaches over the ropes for the tag… but ANARKY JUST B*TCHSLAPS HIM!!
[Crowd: BOOOOO!!!]
MN: OWNED!!
DM: Well, that’s ONE way to make a tag… although I can’t say in all confidence that it was a smart move! Westcott is FUMING while ‘Nark stands right in front of him chuckling, and I’m suddenly doubtful that we’ll make it through this entire match without one or BOTH teams getting into it with each other!
DT: Regardless, “The Mecca” and former World Champion keeps his anger under wraps and steps into the ring, giving Anarky the look of the death!
MN: Hey, if Furball can’t take a hit like that, then what use is he in the ring? ‘Nark’s just trying to toughen him up… you know, trying to make sure he’s not a TOTAL wimp when it comes time for them to meet at Wrestleverse.
DT: Westcott turns his focus to Fusenshoff, as he gets to his feet… BUT THE TV CHAMP JUST LIGHTS OUT OF NOWHERE with a LARIAT that immediately puts Westcott to the mat!
DM: And to think, if ‘Nark hadn’t riled him up, he would have seen that coming!
MN: Maybe he should get with the program and screw his head on straight, eh?
DT: I don’t think the former World Champion needs to be given instructions on the topic of focus, Mike… but while we’re on the subject, why don’t we focus on the match at hand, as Marcus Westcott comes to his feet… but he’s met with a BOOT to the gut on the part of Fusenshoff! Fuse follows through… with a SWINGING NECKBREAKER that puts “The Mecca” onto the mat!
DM: Great form on that move! It’s remarkable to see how well of a technical wrestler Fusenshoff can be sometimes.
DT: Fusenshoff hooks both legs for the cover…
One…
Two…
And a strong kickout by Marcus Westcott!
DM: It’s gonna take a lot more than that to put the former champion on his back for the count of three!
MN: Like a good whiff of Lindsay Troy’s shoes. Man, you could knock out a RHINO with that powerful of a smell!
DT: Nobody wants to hear about your foot fetish, Neely! Fusenshoff keeps Westcott on the mat with a series of HARD KICKS to the chest, leaving him hurt and motionless, and goes to his corner to make the tag to STALKER!
MN: Oh boy… the gloves are off now!
DT: Stalker comes SPRINTING across the ring, and meets “The Mecca” with a running SOCCER KICK to the face before the former champ could even see it coming!
DM: And now Stalker’s practically SMOTHERING Westcott with a series of hard kicks! Westcott in a world of trouble, and Anarky simply SMIRKS from his place on the apron!
DT: Stalker’s finally beaten Westcott to the point where he can barely defend himself, and now pulls him off the mat… there’s the whip to the ropes—but it’s REVERSED by Westcott! There goes Stalker into the ropes, as Westcott sets him up for the back body drop… he might have telegraphed that a little too early!
DM: Right on that one, Dave! Stalker meets Westcott in the middle of the ring and PLUGS him across the back with a forearm! Now he’s setting him up into a front facelock… signaling for the EVENFLOW—
DT: MARCUS WITH A SMALL PACKAGE OUT OF NOWHERE!!
ONE!!
TWO!!
THR—OH, and a NEAR kickout by a baffled Stalker!
DM: You know, I almost have to wonder if Westcott intentionally set himself up for that!
MN: Failing upwards seems to be Furball’s status quo...
DM: I didn’t mean it like THAT, Neels! I was commenting on the intuitive genius of the former champion! He gave Stalker the opportunity for an early finish, only to turn it around on him when he least expected it!
MN: BAHAHAHAHAHA!! Beastcott… GENIUS… that’s a good one, Dean-O.
DT: Stalker’s up in a huff, and Westcott’s there to meet him! Westcott looking for the tie-up, but Stalker breaks it with a STIFF shot to the face! There’s a SECOND… and he follows through with a DISCUS PUNCH to level the former champion where he stands!
DM: Stalker evidently didn’t take too kindly to being outsmarted…
DT: Westcott getting back to his feet, but Stalker throws himself into the ropes… Westcott back up—IN TIME TO EAT A RUNNING KNEE LIFT FROM STALKER!! That knocked the BEJESUS out of “The Mecca!” Here’s Stalker with the cover…
ONE!!
TWO!!
And ANOTHER kickout by Marcus Westcott!
MN: DANG! Is anything gonna put Big Ugly down for good? Somebody bring out those flaming tables!!
DM: I don’t know how many more sick and twisted stunts I can tolerate from the likes of Westcott and Anarky… in fact, I’m still amazed that the two of them are able to STAND after that war during the last show!
DT: Stalker’s giving some lip to Weatherby on the pacing of his counts, but I don’t think there’s anything to argue there… Stalker has Westcott back to his feet, and goes for an Irish Whip to the corner—but it’s REVERSED by “The Mecca”!! Stalker connects with the turnbuckle HARD, and comes staggering out of the corner—walking straight into a POWERSLAM, courtesy of Marcus Westscott!
[Crowd: POP!!]
MN: Aw, man… EPIC FAIL.
DM: The former champion has finally COME ALIVE in this match, and right away, got the crowd back into this contest! Stalker’s struggling to make it to his feet, but now Westcott helps him up the rest of the way…
DT: There’s Stalker with a RIGHT HOOK, but “The Mecca” easily ducks it and spins him around… transitioning straight into a BRIDGED GERMAN SUPLEX!!
ONE!!
TWO!!
NO!! A kickout by Stalker!
MN: BARELY! Why doesn’t that chump Fusenshoff DO something about this!?
DM: Why would he, Neels? I think he likes what he sees. I can’t honestly say I feel any different, either!
DT: Westcott back up, and going to his corner to make the tag to Anarky… and I’m sure he hasn’t soon forgotten about that slap to the face!
DM: ‘Nark just leans over the ropes and points at his cheek, telling him to return the favor.
MN: That man’s really got a set on him…
DT: Westcott looks like he’s mulling it over…
*WHAM!!*
[Crowd: POP!!!*]
DT: AND HE JUST BLASTED ANARKY WITH A BIG RIGHT HAND!! Now THAT’S how you make a tag!
MN: Man, what a CHEAP shot!! That wasn’t any tag!
DM: Brian Weatherby thinks differently, as he’s telling Westcott to leave the ring… but not before he reaches over the ropes, grabs the stunned Anarky by the shirt, and YANKS HIM into the ring!
DT: The fans are just eating this up! Back in the opposite corner, Stalker stealthily makes the tag to Fusenshoff, watching the events unfolding across the ring with some intrigue. Hopefully, he’s getting a few ideas!
MN: I doubt Fusenshoff has the mental capacity for any such ideas. This is a guy that does nothing but DRINK when he isn’t wrestling.
DM: Fusenshoff’s back in the ring, meeting an enraged Anarky coming back to his feet! ‘Nark is interrupted from going after his tag partner as Fusenshoff grabs him from behind… lifts him UP… and NAILS him with an Atomic Drop that leaves him reeling!
DT: Anarky stumbles into the ropes near his corner… and Marcus Westcott is much obliged to tag himself back in, before pulling him over the ropes to the outside! Why NOT, when you’re on a roll?
DM: There’s a serious breakdown happening in the team of Westcott and Anarky… and if I were “The Mecca” right now, I’d be trying to finish this match before I found myself in the position to make another tag!
MN: Yeah, cause who knows WHAT ‘Nark would do to make the tag this time. Probably gouge out his eye, or some sick crap like that…
DT: The former World Heavyweight champion is back in the ring, and now finds himself face to face with the reigning Television champion!
DM: Fuse looking for a kick to the gut… but it’s BLOCKED by Westcott! Marcus spins him around… locks arms with Fusenshoff… and NAILS HIM WITH A GARGOYLE SUPLEX!!
DT: WOW!! Westcott’s going strong… but here comes STALKER into this match, brushing by the ref and CLOBBERING “The Mecca” with a running double axe-handle! Stalker’s trying to brawl him into the corner… but Westcott BLOCKS a punch, switches right into a hammerlock before Stalker can even think to do anything, and HE HITS HIM WITH A CHICKENWING SUPLEX!!
[Crowd: POP!!]
DM: Man, leave it to a WRESTLER to show these tough guys how it’s really done!
MN: Oh, can it, Dean!
DT: Westcott rolls Stalker out of the ring and turns his attention to the recovering Fusenshoff… and now Westcott squats down, preparing for the GORE!! He’s got the TV Champ set RIGHT IN HIS SIGHTS, and Fusenshoff isn’t even aware of his predicament!
DM: Wait a second… ANARKY COMES INTO THE RING!
MN: Yes!
DT: Westcott about to sprint forward… but Anarky GRABS HIM FROM BEHIND and spins him around… AND HITS HIM WITH THE CHAOS BREAKER!!
MN: YES!!
[Crowd: BOOO!!!]
DM: Anarky has just TURNED HIS BACK on his own tag partner… and now as he exits the ring and walks up the rampway in contempt, Fusenshoff, in the ring, has fully recovered, and finds Marcus Westcott lying motionless at his feet!
DT: Fusenshoff just found one HELL of an opportunity to put this away! Now he brings Westcott to his feet… there’s the BOOT to the gut… and NAILS HIM WITH THE DOMINATION!! He makes the cover!
ONE!!
TWO!!
THREE!!
[The audience BOOS LOUDLY as Fusenshoff rolls off of Westcott, looking exhausted. On the rampway, Anarky observes the outcome with utter disdain. Shaking his head, he disappears through the entryway.]
TF: Ladies and gentlemen, your winners, by pinfall… FUSENSHOFF and STALKER!!
[Referee Brian Weatherby raises Fusenshoff’s arm in victory as the timekeeper hands him the TV Title. His partner and controller, Stalker, reenters the ring, looking on in astonishment.]
MN: Oh man, that was BEAUTIFUL!! Furball thought he had this in the bag, then he got screwed over by his PARTNER!! Man, that guy just needs to stay the hell AWAY from tag matches!
DT: I guess credit to this victory goes to Anarky… although, I’m sure some of it is also due to Craig Miles, after having set up Anarky in his place for Wrestleverse!
DM: And it didn’t take long for Anarky and Westcott to begin butting heads! Even more remarkable is how Stalker and Fusenshoff managed to stay on the same page through this entire affair.
[Without warning, Stalker SPINS Fusenshoff around and PLANTS HIM with the Evenflow DDT! The audience BOOS VEHEMENTLY as Stalker pops to his feet LAUGHING MANIACALLY over the fallen body of Fusenshoff!]
DM: Um… forget I said anything there.
DT: Looks like Stalker was saving up that cheap shot for a while!
MN: HA HA!! I love seeing that idiot Fuse get punked around… even if it’s from another idiot like Stalker!
DT: The growing animosity from these two enemies is only getting worse, and no doubt, it will build to a head come Wrestleverse! But for now, we’ve got more …
[Thomas’ words are cut off as the EmpireTron flickers to life once more.]
[FADEIN: A hospital room, where a bruised and scarred up CRAIG MILES is sitting in a wheelchair. Surrounding him are several ‘suits,’ that are his lawyers. Uncharacteristically, MILES is not wearing his sunglasses, not smirking or smoking a cigarette. Instead, he’s wearing a hospital gown, a neck brace and nothing else.]
MILES: “Some of you may find this ironic or funny and I’m sure in some of your eyes, you’ll feel that my current state of life is basic karmic retribution for all that I’ve done in my fifteen-plus year career in this sport and industry. I’m sure some of you will be expecting me to show up tonight in the arena on my own two feet, with a chair in my hand…and ready to blast Anarky or Marcus Westcott across the back of the head like this is an elaborate set-up I’ve constructed.”
[MILES purses his lips…but that’s it. It’s becoming apparent that any physical movement will not be happening.]
MILES: “Harold Fiano broke my neck. By swinging a baseball bat into the BACK of my head, while I was not looking…while I could not brace myself for IMPACT…he completely shattered my clavicle. What the world doesn’t know is that in my initial anger…my initial bitterness, I was ready to have this place SHUT DOWN. I was ready to sue the entire Ryan family for every penny they’re worth for employing an out of control DRUG ADDICTED CRACKHEAD. Harold Fiano is a DANGEROUS LIABILITY and should be BANNED from this sport.”
[MILES takes a deep breath…his lawyers looking resolute behind him.]
MILES: “I subpoenaed every medical record of this federation, I looked into the lack of drug testing done here…I even started looking into Fiano’s assets and his FAMILY’s assets to rip them away, just like he’s basically ripped my career away from me. BUT…”
[The corner of MILES’ mouth smirks…]
MILES: “Dan Ryan called. He pleaded his case and after a long discussion, he talked me off the ledge. He said he would do whatever it takes to square this away as not only a businessman, but an honorable competitor. Anarky…Harold…this is what’s going to happen…”
[MILES ever so slightly nods at his lawyer, who produces a cigarette and lights it for MILES and places it on his lips.]
MILES: “You and Westcott are going to wrestle at this upcoming pay-per-view. You and Westcott are going to fight in an insane stipulation that I will think up. And you both will fight for the #1 contendership to Shauna Stevens’ EPW World Championship. In hindsight, Marcus…you COULD have saved me. You COULD have put the grudge aside and stopped some cocaine nosejobbed lunatic from ENDING my career…but you didn’t. This is the only way I know that either yours…or Anarky’s dreams will be CRUSHED into a powder you can’t shove in your nose or into some roid-fused protein smoothie. And what happens if neither of you agree?”
[MILES nods slightly again, the lawyer takes the cigarette and ashes it for him…]
MILES: “I will resume my legal actions against EPW and shut this place down ‘cause Dan Ryan’s word…meant nothing.”
[FADETOBLACK]
[CUT TO: Westcott frowning at the screen and Anarky’s eyes narrow, then glance over at Westcott as the shot fades to commercial.]