[MUSIC UP: "Phenomemon" by Thousand Foot Krutch. The crowd pops solidly as Frankie Scott makes his way down the ramp, looking determined!]

DT: Frankie Scott getting ready for his match...WAIT A SECOND...The Sergeant charging out here and now the two men coming to blows already!

DM: These two guy have had a history with each other and it's boiling over here tonight!

DT: Sergeant dragging Scott to ringside and tosses him in the ring. The Sergeant gets in the ring [Bell rings] and we're off and running. Sergeant now hammering away on Scott who returns fight...The Sergeant rocked and DECKED by a series of right hands from Frankie Scott. Sergeant back to his feet and get FLATTENED by a clothesline!

DM: Frankie Scott's been in a bad frame of mind since his loss to Fusenhoff, and now he's looking to take out his anger on The Sergeant!

DT: Scott stomping away on The Sergeant and now he grabs him...SNAP SUPLEX! Scott with a floatover into a pin!


ONE!


TWO!


NO!


DT: Not enough to hold down The Sarge who's trying to get to his feet and gets a BIG punch to the stomach for his troubles. Scott backs Sergeant into the corner and now UNLOADING on him with knees to the gut!

MN: Scott's really taking it to The Sarge here, I mean this is a mugging!

DT: Scott now grabs The Sergeant and he gets a step over...SIDE RUSSIAN LEGSWEEP! Another floatover by Scott!


ONE!


TWO!


NO!


DT: Frankie Scott is really bringing it tonight. It might be a combination of that and the fact that Sarge found himself double booked on this card.

MN: Who knows what he did to deserve that treatment, but you know how the Queen can be when people displease her. 

DT: Well whatever the case is, Sarge is really getting run over here. Scott backs Sarge back into the corner and sends him for the ride...SCOTT CHARGES WITH A CLOTHESLINE BUT NOBODY'S HOME!

DM: That might be the break Sarge needs to turn this match around!

DT: Sergeant with a series of kicks to the mid-section of Frankie Scott, he drags him out of the corner and now has a waistlock...RELEASE GERMAN SUPLEX BY SARGE!

MN: Now that'll crack your back, and neck!

DT: Sarge now stomping away on Frankie Scott...Scott picked up and DRIVEN into the turnbuckle...And now a BIG RIGHT from The Sarge. Scott put against the ropes and now sent to the other side...BRUTAL CLOTHESLINE BY THE SERGEANT! Sarge with the cover!


ONE!!


TWO!!!


NO!!!


DT: Scott kicks out! Sarge puts the boots to him, and he drags Scott to his feet...Scott sent to the ropes...BACKDROP! NO! SCOTT WITH A KICK TO THE HEAD...AND A CLOTHESLINE...BOTH MEN DOWN!

DM: Now it's just a question of who can dig down and come up with that last little bit of offense, find a way to get the win here!

DT: Both men slowly up to their feet...Sarge with a right...BLOCKED...Big right by Scott! Scott with another right! And another1 Sarge staggering...STANDING DROPKICK BY SCOTT! Sarge hits the deck hard but he's getting to his feet...ONLY TO TAKE A SHOULDER BLOCK! Scott off the ropes ANOTHER SHOULDERBLOCK! Scott now going to the outside...He's going up top.

DM: High risk for Frankie Scott here, but with his feud with The Sarge, he clearly thinks it's needed.

DT: SCOTT OFF THE TOP WITH A CROSS BODY!! SARGE ROLLS THROUGH AND GETS THE COVER!!!


ONE!!!


TWO!!!


THREE!!!!


[Bell rings]

TF: Here is your winner...THE! SERGEANNNNNTTTTT!!!! 

[The Sergeant rolls out of the ring, throwing his hand in the air in victory as Scott looks at the ref in disbelief.]

DT: The Sarge may have just one upped his rival in their final battle, a big win for him here tonight!

DM: And it's another hard luck loss for Frankie Scott...He gave it his all, but was just short.

MN: In other words he lost and he's a loser...Forget him!

DT: You're a sad man Neely...and clearly the fans disagree with you as Frankie Scott is getting a standing ovation here for his final match!

[Cut to a shot of Scott standing in the middle of the ring soaking in the cheers, allowing himself a little smirk and a nod at the crowd reaction. The Sergeant meanwhile backs his way up the ramp and as Scott catches his glance, gives him a quick ‘salute’-like hand gesture, and Scott nods back.]

[ FADEIN: The little girl playing house with Princess Sparkle Pony, after a moment the camera pulls back to show Layne Winters walking into the room. The crowd boos seeing Winters show up.]

WINTERS: What the hell…? Didn’t I tell you to get this SH[BLEEP]T OUT OF THE G[BLEEP]DAMN LOCKER ROOM!?

CHILD: No! Not again!

[The child grabs Princess Sparkle Pony and runs from Winters.]

WINTERS: Yeah, that’s right! Run! Santa’s not real either, now get the F[BLEEP]K OUT OF HERE! Athletes ONLY you little orphan! G[BLEEP]DAMN moronic childish BULLS[BLEEP]T!

[Winters puts his foot through the dollhouse, and then gets his leg caught in it]

WINTERS: Ahh, you gotta be…COME ON!...GET OFF!... 

[Winters shakes his leg around a few times and finally the dollhouse is sent flying off camera. The First now walks into the shot, getting a pop from the crowd. The First has his face painted with an X slashed through the eyes and cheekbones and another stripe running down the middle of his face. He's wearing his "Painted Up Freak" T-Shirt, black G.I. pants, and black ring boots.]

FIRST: The first time you did this, I figured you were just a lost soul...Just lashing out, maybe you decided to go after the hero of all these EPW fans...But now...Now you're clearly making this personal...

[The First starts circling Winters, who doesn't move in reaction.]

FIRST: What's the game here Winters, why are you so upset about me? Is it because you feel you're a creature of destiny, and it makes you sick seeing someone like me...The Painted Up Freak speaking of the same things...And it offends you? That it...Does it upset you to see a man like men, who revels in his own madness...Excel...Achieve...Make himself into something...While you're still struggling...Still trying to get to where you want to be...What is it Winters? What fills you with the rage and the hate inside you such that you have to confront me? Hell maybe you don't even know what it is...Maybe you're just blind to the reasons as to why Fate has brought you here...But I don't care...All I know is that I tire of you...Last week, you were kind enough to give me the honor...Told me to take a shot...So as a favor to you...I'm gonna let you take your shot...

[The First stands in front of Winters and points at his chin] 

FIRST: Do it Winters, lemme feel that anger inside you, let me know what your rage is like [Smiles] but before you throw that shot Winters...Know this...Sean Stevens couldn't keep me down...Cameron Cruise and his army of thugs known as Anthology couldn't keep me down...Ask yourself this...What hope do you have to keep me down? 

[Grinning harshly, Winters steps up an inch away from The First’s face]

WINTERS: Now you listen real good, carnival FREAK…I’m not Sean Stevens…and I’m not Cameron Cruise. I’m Layne F[BLEEP]KING Winters, and you don’t wanna know me. You’re the guy who loses pretty? I’M THE GUY who wins ugly. Take the first shot? All I need is one. ‘Cause I ain’t you, First; I get the job done when it counts, and not in some bull[BLEEP] tag match where the world champ’s got my back. Maybe it’s just not in the cards, eh? Maybe you need to rethink this as a career and do something else, like ballet or writing bad poetry. You talk about destiny? I’m about to walk out there and defeat a champion- you oughtta try it sometime. They don’t give silver medals for losing close ones- second place means jack SH[BLEEP]T. Before this night’s over, I’m walking back here with that TV strap, and if you’re still around…well, we’ll just see about that shot…

[Winters smiles and walks away from The First after a few moments First gives a dismissive 'good bye' wave in the direction Winters went.]