[MUSIC UP: "Pieces" by Hoobastank, the crowd starts booing as Larry Tact comes through the curtain, EPW World Tag Team Title Belt over his shoulder. He smiles wide as he walks with a swagger towards the ring. The crowd booing Tact loud!]
TF: The following contest is a STEEL CAGE MATCH that can ONLY be one by escaping the cage, either through the door or by coming over the top...and having BOTH FEET touch the ground...Introducing first. He hails from MANHATTEN, NEW YORK...Weighing in at 258 pounds...Here one ONE HALF off the EPW WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS...REPRESENTING ANTHOLOGY...LARRY!!! TACT!!!
[Tact hands his belt to the time keeper before entering the ring. He looks supremely confident.]
DT: Larry Tact, looking for all the world like he's got nothing to worry about, what with the horrible condition Anarky was found in earlier tonight, after being brutally attacked by Anthology.
MN: Hey, how do you know Anthology was behind the attack? This could have been anyone that did this.
DT: You’re a real piece of work Neely.
[MUSIC UP: "More Human Then Human" by White Zombie]
TF: And his opponent...He weighs in today at 223 pounds...He hails from HARTFORD CONNECTICUT...AN! R! KEY!...
[The music continues with no Anarky to be seen]
DT: Well this may have all just have been a farce, after the condition Anarky was found it earlier tonight...
MN: Oh come on, he just had a little cut or two, Anarky's just scared of Tact and Anthology, just admit it!
[Suddenly Anarky comes through the curtain, flanked by a bunch of EPW staff telling him not to go to the ring. Anarky is shirtless, wearing cut up blue jeans and a belt. His face lacking it's standard skull facepaint, but rather caked in dried blood, with a wound above his hairline causing a fresh stream to pour down a small river of blood now and again, shards of glass can been stuck to his hair and arms. Anarky ignores the staff and the crowd, which is suprisingly cheering for him as he walks to the ring, a cold, dead gaze fixed on Tact]
DT: Anarky is here! I don't know if he's in any shape to wrestle at all, but he's out here and Anarky's entered the cage...HE'S NOT WAITING FOR THE BELL, HE'S ALL OVER TACT!!
[Bell rings!]
DT: Anarky tackled Tact to the mat and he's now punching away on him...Anarky pulls Tact up and SMASHES him into the STEEL CAGE..Tact staggering and ANARKY RUNS HIM INTO THE OTHER SIDE!
DM: Anarky just brutalizing Tact here. He's a man possessed!
DT: Anarky stomping away on Tact and now Anarky is pulling some of that glass out of his scalp AND GRINDING TACT'S FACE WITH IT!
MN: This is inhuman! Get this maniac out of there!
DT: Tact bleeding now from the forehead after Anarky has split him open with that glass...Tact fighting to get to his feet...Anarky punching away on Tact...Tact fires back with a right hand, both men trading shots...Anarky backs up and goes off the ropes...RUNS RIGHT INTO A BIG FOOT FROM TACT!
MN: Ha! The idiot practically did all Tact's work for him!
DT: Tact now drops to a mount on Anarky and just HAMMERS AWAY with big punches and forearms...Anarky's face being split open even worse here!
DM: Anarky might have run out of gas here, I mean he was in such horrible shape going into this match...His early attack could have just been all he had.
DT: Tact now pulling Anarky to his feet and SMASHES his face into the STEEL CAGE...TACT NOW GRINDING ANARKY'S FACE INTO THE CAGE! Tact tosses Anarky to the ground...Anarky in a bad way now as Tact puts the boots to him, and now Tact DRIVES A KNEE into the back of the head of Anarky...
DM: Tact seems to be on the same page as Anarky about just having carnage be his guide. Tact isn't exactly looking for an escape here either.
MN: And he shouldn't either. After that punk Hart turned tail and ran from Anthology, a message needs to be sent out. You mess with Anthology, you pay dearly!
DT: Tact DRILLS ANARKY INTO THE CAGE...Now Anarky's...BASHING HIS OWN HEAD INTO THE CAGE...ANARKY GRINDING HIS FACE ALONG THE STEEL...He turns and looks at Tact with a sick smile on his face...Anarky's face is covered in blood, he's OUT OF HIS MIND!
MN: This...This isn't right! You can't lock a man like Larry Tact, a TRUE WRESTLER, in a ring with a PAIN LOVING DEMONIC NUTJOB...
DT: As I recall Neely, Tact and Anthology demanded this to be a cage match, Tact ASKED for this!
MN: Hey, don't go bringing facts into this! This still isn't right!
DT: Tact throwing a series off right hands at Anarky...[Anarky can be heard screaming "HIT ME!"] Anarky waving him on...DEMANDING more Tact winds up for a swing...Anarky ducks...ANARKY GRABS TACT'S NECK...CHAOS BREAKER OUT OF NOWHERE!! Anarky pops to his feet still with that sick smile on his face. Oh lord he's taking his belt off!
MN: Stop the match! STOP THE MATCH!
DT: They can't do that till one man exits the cage, and that's the last thing on Anarky's mind! Anarky WHIPPING TACT WITH THE BELT! Tact thrashing about on the mat...ANARKY NOW STRANGLING TACT WITH THE BELT!
DM: Tact and Anthology clearly thought they had a winning plan with the attack on Anarky in the parking lot, but they are getting way more than they bargained for here.
DT: Anarky keeps choking away on Tact...Tact looks like he's fading...Tact trying to turn into Anarky to get some of the pressure off his throat...TACT GOES LOW ON ANARKY! Anarky doubles over...Tact now hooks Anarky...POWER BOMB...What a big time move from someone in such a desperate situation.
MN: That was awesome...Now get your head in the game Tact, don't try to keep the bloodbath going against this maniac, just get out of the cage and win!
DT: Tact now slowly climbing the cage, he looks in really bad shape at this point, but he's halfway up the cage as Anarky now stirring and now Anarky giving chase.
MN: Get moving Tact, Anthology needs a win!
DT: Tact to the top of the cage...Anarky grabbing Tact's hair...Anarky and Tact now both on top of the cage...Both men standing and trading punches on top of the cage...Now Anarky's got Tact hooked...It looks like he's going for a ura-nage!
MN: He wouldn't do that, he'd have to fall himself!
DT: YOU'RE WRONG! GET OUT OF THE WAY!!!!
[The camera cuts to the broadcast table as all three men run for their lives, a couple seconds crash through the table. The table explodes into pieces as both men lay motionless in the wreckage]
DT: Is my mic on?! We need help out here! WE NEED HELP NOW!!!
[EMT's rush out to ringside as both men lay motionless, the scene goes on for a few moments as the medical workers get to work putting neck braces on both men and do their best to try to get then both on stretchers.]
DT: I can't believe this...
[As the footage returns from the commercial, "I Don't Know Anything" by Mad Season is playing over the PA, and the EPW fans are BOOING LOUDLY as "NEW SCHOOL" LAYNE WINTERS making his way down the ramp to the ring, escorted by PAMELA EURICE. Every step of the way, he talks trash with some of the ringside fans.]
DT: Welcome back, ladies and gentlemen, as we move into our TELEVISION TITLE CONTEST of the evening! Of course, we’re working from a makeshift table now, since Anarky and Larry Tact turned ours into kindling. But, coming to the ring now is a relative newcomer on the Empire Pro scene, but already, he's turned heads and made an impression!
DM: And that's the very reason he's coming to the ring tonight to compete for the EPW TV Title. He may be a rookie by EPW standards, but we can't forget that Winters is a seasoned vet of seven years fighting out of Seattle. He's taken to Empire Pro like a duck to water, and he's got the talent and potential to go far.
MN: I gotta say, I LIKE this Layne Winters! He doesn't take crap from ANYBODY! Of course, none of these FANS know a good talent when they see it...
[Winters and Eurice grace the ring, taunting the fans and strutting their stuff. Then suddenly, the lights to black. The fans CHEER as the opening guitars to "Wherever I May Roam" by Metallica hits the PA.]
DT: And here comes THE CHAMPION!!
DM: Maybe. After that chairshot, I'd be very SURPRISED to see him come out here for this title defense...
[The camera zooms in on the spotlight over the entrance, but nobody appears.]
DT: Is the champion going to make it?
MN: I doubt it. First chance he has to duck out of this competition, he'll take without a moment's consideration! That Fusenshoff is nothing but a --
DT: THERE HE IS!!
[The audience POPS WILDLY as Fusenshoff, carrying the EPW Television Title, appears through the entry-way and boldly makes his way to the ring, eyes trained on his opponent. On his head, where he was earlier cut open, there is a bandage in place.]
DM: Looks like they took care of that ugly cut wound back in the infirmary! Fusenshoff is HERE and he's ready to defend his title! I don't know if that chair shot took anything out of him, but you have to hand it to the man for having the courage to come out here and go through with this match!
MN: Courage or STUPIDITY?! Do you really think that meager BAND-AID on his forehead is going to stay in place through this entire match?
DT: That cut was sustained earlier in the show thanks to an errant chairshot at the hands of Rocko Daymon. I have no idea if it will or will not affect his performance in this match, but regardless, Fusenshoff is HERE, and he looks ready to fight!
[Fusenshoff enters the ring and goes to his own corner, removing his jacket and handing it to the timekeeper. Referee David Rosenkrantz checks with him to ensure he's willing to compete. Fusenshoff, without hesitation, nods, and hands the belt over. Tony Fatora stands in the ring to announce...]
TF: Ladies and gentlemen... the following contest is for EMPIRE PRO WRESTLING TELEVISION TITLE!! This match will be fifteen minutes in length, and is set for one fall! Introducing first, the challenger... fighting out of Seattle, Washington, and weight in at 250 pounds... HE IS... "NEW SCHOOL"... LLLLLAAAYYYNNNEE WWWIIINNNNTTEEERRSSS!!!
[The crowd BOOS LOUDLY as Winters poses, Pamela showing him off.]
TF: And his opponent... hailing from Kaloomps, British Columbia... he weighs in at 263 pounds... he is the EMPIRE PRO WRESTLING TELEVISION CHAMPION... HE IS... FFFFUUUUUUSSSSSEEEENNNNSSSSHOOOOFFFF!!!!
[TREMENDOUS pop for the TV Champ, who doesn't seem to acknowledge the crowd, instead focusing on the competition and looking ready to fight.]
DT: Quite an ovation for Fusenshoff! He hasn't lost the support of the fans, even with his career and actions under the control of that nefarious STALKER!!
DM: Fusenshoff still abides by the laws of ethics and honor. He doesn't like being Stalker's puppet any more than the fans like seeing him being jerked around by his chain!
MN: I, for one, LOVE IT!!
TF: The referee for this contest... DAVID ROSENKRANTZ!!
[Rosenkrantz holds the TV Title up for the fans and the cameras to see. Then he hands it over to the timekeeper as Fatora quits the ring. The ref makes his final checks, again giving Fusenshoff's bandage the once over, and when everything's set, gives the cue for the bell.]
SFX: *DING! DING! DING!*
DT: The bell rings, and the battle for the EPW TV Title beg -- OH WAIT, right away here comes WINTERS with a running CLOTHESLINE --
DM: And the champ DUCKS!! He spins the challenger around... AND STARTS POUNDING AWAY at his FACE!
Crowd: *POP!*
DM: Looks like that gash on his head isn't hampering his ring skills ONE BIT! Fusenshoff is SWINING AWAY without mercy, and Layne Winters had NO IDEA he'd be fighting with this kind of intensity so early in the match!
MN: I think all the blood flowing into his brain is seeping out that cut on his head...
DT: The TV Champ has Winters BACKING UP with every successful blow to the head... BAM!! Winters goes down after a HUGE haymaker from Fusenshoff! Winters back up... and walks straight into Fusenshoff, who DROPS HIM with a Scoop Slam! Winters up again... runs right into ANOTHER Scoop Slam!
DM: Layne Winters is just getting THROWN AROUND in that ring... and he rolls under the ropes to the outside to escape the champion's simply remarkable wrath!
MN: Layne just needs another minute to calculate this. It's hard being a BRILLIANT wrestler when you have to share the ring with punch-drunk APES like Fusenshoff...
DT: Pamela joins Winters on the outside to tend to him, while the TV Champion Fusenshoff stands ready and waiting in the ring! He is NOT AT ALL affected by that chairshot from earlier in the evening, as it appears!
DM: I don't know, Dave. That may have been more serious that it currently appears. Winters, taking a moment to scowl off some younger ringside fans calling his MASCULINITY into question... now he rises up to the ring apron, preparing to reenter the ring!
MN: Round two, Layne! Let's show this tough guy what WRESTLING'S made of!
DT: Winters is telling referee David Rosenkrantz to keep the TV Champion AT BAY while he makes his reentry. Winters... back in, at last, and he releases the rope!
DM: Here comes FUSENSHOFF!! The champion, looking for the tie-up -- but Winters SLIPS AROUND the outside, and now he has him in a reverse waistlock! Looking for the GERMAN SUPLEX I think... but Fusenshoff STUNS HIM with a stinging elbow to the face!
DT: Winters knocked away... but bites back by SHOVING Fusenshoff into the ropes! Fuse bounces back... running right into a HIPTOSS delivered by Winters! Winters is calling him back to his feet... looking for ANOTHER hiptoss -- but Fusenshoff BLOCKS IT, and counters with an BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX!!
DM: WOW!! The TV Champ is trying to POWERHOUSE the challenge into OBLIVION!! Looks like his recalculations were still a little off, Neels...
MN: Bah...
DT: Winters is left STUNNED on the mat... and Fusenshoff quickly makes the cover, hooking the legs for the pin!
One!
Two!
And Layne Winters kicks out!
DM: Despite this beating he's taken, I wouldn't expect the challenger to go down that easily. This is his first appearance in a title match here in Empire Pro, and you just KNOW he's going to put it all on the line here tonight.
DT: That may be, but unless Layne Winters can find a way to escape the power game of Fusenshoff, his first EPW title match may just end in quick and bitter disappointment!
MN: You're always so quick to rule out the REAL talent in that ring. Winters is just getting warmed up!
DT: Winters trying to get to his feet, but Fusenshoff, coming in from behind, has him by the waist! The TV Champ brings the challenger to his feet... lifts him UP... and THERE'S the ATOMIC DROP, leaving Winters reeling in pain!
DM: Fusenshoff's got him right where he wants him! There goes the TV Champ into the ropes... WOW!! Nearly DECAPITATES Layne Winters with that LARIAT!!
DT: "New School" Layne Winters drops to the mat... and here's Fusenshoff with another pin!
One!
Two!
And Winters kicks out! The challenger is certainly proving here tonight he can hang strong against Fusenshoff's advantage in strength! But he STILL needs to get an offense going!
Crowd: "FU-SENS-HOFF!! FU-SENS-HOFF!! FU-SENS-HOFF!!"
DM: This capacity crowd is rallying behind the TV Champ, and Fusenshoff has all the momentum rolling on his side now! He brings Layne Winters back to his feet... there's the WHIP to the ropes! Fuse looks for the BACK BODY DROP -- but Winters LEAPFROGS!!
DT: Here's Winters off the ropes... Fusenshoff turns around -- AND HE'S MET WITH A DIVING CROSSBODY THAT PUTS HIM TO THE MAT! Just like that Winters EXPLODES back into this match!
MN: I KNEW he had it in him!
DM: He's got to capitalize on that first! Fusenshoff trying to get to his feet, but Winters quickly sweeps around and slaps on a front facelock, and he locks the arm around the back for good measure! The TV Champ is trying to break free, but Winters has him tied up perfectly!
DT: Wait a second... Fusenshoff, lifting WINTERS OFF THE MAT... could be going for the SPINEBUSTER -- BUT WINTERS drives the FOREARM across the back, and his feet find the mat once again! Winters with ANOTHER forearm to the back, leaves Fusenshoff stunned and unable to break out of that hold!
DM: Fuse seems to be having trouble with the technically-oriented challenger's grip! Winters turning around now... transfers right into a NECKBREAKER!! OH MAN, he had some HEAT on that one!
DT: Fusenshoff is FLAT on the mat, and Layne Winters doesn't waste any time going for the pin!
One!
Two!
And a KICKOUT by Fusenshoff!
Crowd: *POP!*
DT: It's too soon in the match to count out the DRIVE and DEDICATION of the EPW Television Champion!
DM: But already, Winters, showing some poise and focus, doesn't waste any time pouting over the kickout! Instead, he flips over, and throws Fusenshoff right back into that front facelock! Look at how he controls Fusenshoff's arm by locking it behind his back...
MN: Yeah, I know man. That's just BRILLIANT WRESTLING!
DM: ...right, but Neels, don't try bluffing anyone listening out there into thinking you have actual WRESTLING knowledge.
MN: You obviously know NOTHING about me, Dean-O! You forget that I've studied the entire career of Joey Melton! I KNOW good wrestling when I SEE it, and I'm SEEING IT right now!
DT: Fusenshoff's options are limited in breaking out of this hold, as Winters controls his dominant arm and keeps his destructive strength pinned down!
DM: Fusenshoff's looking for the ropes, but... Winters with the SWEEP -- and as he wraps the legs, he sinks in the GUILLOTINE!! Very DANGEROUS position for Fusenshoff right now!
DT: You got THAT right, Dean-O! Fuse was looking to make the rope break, but Winters was right there with the trip, and the moment the champion went to the mat, the challenger was right there to wrap the legs around his ribs and sink in the chokehold!
DM: "New School" Layne Winters, pulling UP on that arm to cut off the champion's air supply! He's squeezing those legs together like a VICE against his ribs to keep him from drawing a full breath! He's got the hold LOCKED IN, right in the center of the ring, and it's only a matter of time before it's LIGHTS OUT for Fusenshoff!
MN: Freakin' A-RIGHT, man! Winters is SCHOOLING this drunk-ass hobo street fighter in ways never thought imaginable! I guess THAT'S why they call him... NEW SCHOOL!
DM: Good job on that one, Mike. You get a gold star.
DT: Fusenshoff is fading, but he's REFUSED to tap at this point! But... now the FANS are getting into it!
Crowd: "FU-SENS-HOFF!! FU-SENS-HOFF!! FU-SENS-HOFF!!"
MN: IDIOTS!! They're cheering for the WRONG GUY!!
DT: The Television Champion is digging down DEEP... and OH MY, he's FORCING HIMSELF BACK TO HIS FEET... even while Layne Winters CONTINUES to keep the guillotine chokehold in place!
DM: Fusenshoff is BACK UP, and now Winters finds himself CLINGING HELPLESSLY against his opponent... but NOT FOR LONG!! FUSENSHOFF DROPS TO THE MAT, and simply CRUSHES Layne Winters with a SPINEBUSTER!!
Crowd: *POP!*
DT: A TREMENDOUS comeback for the EPW TV Champ! But you can already SEE the effect of that submission hold! Fusenshoff is taking some time getting to his feet... and he looks a little disoriented!
MN: Guess he must have suffered some BRAIN DAMAGE after Layne choked him out those past few minutes!
DM: Fusenshoff seems to be resisting the urge to BLACK OUT right there in the ring! Remember... he inadvertently suffered a CHAIRSHOT to the HEAD earlier in the night at the hands of Rocko Daymon, which left him cut open and BLEEDING in the ring! The champ needs MEDICAL ATTENTION, or things are just going to get WORSE for him!
DT: Winters looking a bit shaken up as he gets to his feet with the help of the ropes... and here comes FUSENSHOFF -- and the CHAMPION PUTS WINTERS OVER THE ROPES with a RUNNING LARIAT! Winters TUMBLES HARD to the mat on the outside!
DM: Could Fuse be looking to turn things around back to his advantage? Here's the champ, stepping out onto the apron and waiting for Winters to get to his feet... Fusenshoff looking for a DOUBLE AXE-HANDLE OFF THE APRON -- BUT WINTERS STEPS ASIDE, and SHOVES HIM RIGHT INTO THE STEEL BARRICADE!!
Crowd: OOOooohhh...
MN: Oh MAN, they could hear THAT impact all the way up in the NOSEBLEED section! Can we get a replay of that?
[Split-Screen Replay: Fusenshoff daringly DIVES off the apron, only to miss his intended target and connect HEAD FIRST with the barricade!]
DT: Oh MAN, he hit it HEAD ON!! How much more PUNISHMENT is Fusenshoff's skull going to TAKE tonight?!
MN: As much as it TAKES until he just ROLLS OVER and lets Layne walk out of here with the TITLE!
DM: Yeah, Fusenshoff rolling over... FAT CHANCE!
DT: Layne Winters is rolling over Fusenshoff as we speak as Referee David Rosenkrantz makes the ten count! Winters, trying to get Fusenshoff back to his feet, but... seems to be having some trouble! Fusenshoff doesn't seem to be RESPONDING! He must have knocked himself out COLD!
DM: Oh man, get a look at THAT...!
[Camera zooms in on Fusenshoff's bleary-eyed face. Red spots appear in the white of the bandage over his forehead.]
DM: Looks like that GASH just got REOPENED! Fusenshoff is in a REALLY dangerous place now! He's KNOCKED OUT! He's BLEEDING... and Rosenkrantz is at the count of FIVE!
DT: Oh boy, this doesn't look good... Layne Winters practically DRAGGING Fusenshoff back to the ring, trying to slide the bigger man back under the ropes! He can't walk out with the title by COUNT OUT!
MN: No, but the PIN is only moments away!
DM: Fusenshoff's OUT COLD! Winters has him inside... and quickly follows as Rosenkrantz reaches the count of EIGHT! Fuse is DEFENSELESS!!
DT: Here's Winters with the PIN! This COULD BE IT!
ONE!!
TWO!!
THR--OH NO, FUSENSHOFF KICKED OUT!!
MN: DAMN!!
DM: He was CLOSE, but Fusenshoff CAME TO at the very last minute! What REMARKABLE endurance on the part of the champion! But now we have to wonder, with his wounds reopened and blood seeping from the bandage on his head, how much longer can he HOLD OUT?!
DT: Winters trying to get Fusenshoff to his feet, now that Fusenshoff is CONSCIOUS again... wait, Fusenshoff FIGHTING BACK! Fuse with PUNCHES TO THE MID-SECTION of Layne Winters! The champion BOUNDS to his feet and throws himself to the ropes... but he runs right into a BOOT from Winters!
DM: Winters with the DDT!! OH MAN!! Fusenshoff hit the mat HEAD-FIRST! Is he out cold again?!
DT: I don't think so, but Fusenshoff looks HURT! Oh man... that bandage is just DRENCHED in blood now! Here's Winters with yet another COVER...
ONE!!
TWO!!
And Fusenshoff KICKS OUT AGAIN!!
DM: He isn't giving up yet! The longer he bleeds, the more strength he loses, but he isn't down and out YET!
DT: Winters is bringing Fusenshoff back to his feet... and he just RIPS THE REMAINS of that BANDAGE off his FACE!
MN: That's right! He found a weak point, and he's going to jump all over it!
DM: Winters is putting some STIFF SHOTS into the face of Fusenshoff, targeting that open cut on his forehead! BAM! A hard CHOP across the chest finally puts Fuse to the mat! "New School" looks a bit disgusted at having his opponent’s blood on his knuckles, but if you want to make an omelet, you've gotta break a few eggs!
MN: I just want to see him beak Fusenshoff's FACE! That ungrateful punk has had it coming for a LONG time!
DT: Here's Winters, pulling Fusenshoff back off the mat by the hair... and he just SLAPS HIM right across his blood-stained face! What BLATANT disrespect to the TV Champ!
Crowd: BOOOOO!!
MN: Oh, please... just WHAT has Fusenshoff done recently to deserve RESPECT?!
DM: The challenger is trying to HUMILIATE the champion... no doubt, seeing the seriousness of Fusenshoff's cut has got him feeling fairly confident right about now! Here's Winters, grabbing Fusenshoff from behind... bringing the TV Champ back to his feet... and THERE'S the RELEASED GERMAN SUPLEX he was looking for earlier in this match!
DT: Fusenshoff got dropped directly on the BACK of his HEAD... and every second that ticks by, the MORE energy he loses! With that cut in the head, he's like a TIRE losing AIR!
DM: Right you are on that, Dave...
DT: Fusenshoff staggering back to his feet... I don't think he even knows where he IS!! He walks right into Layne Winters...and here's Winters, locking arms -- turns it into a BACKSLIDE PIN!!
ONE!!
TWO!!
THRE--OH NO, FUSENSHOFF KICKS OUT!! I thought FOR CERTAIN that Winters was going to steal this match RIGHT THERE!
MN: You WERE certain, Dave! That idiot David Rosenkrantz doesn't know how to COUNT properly! I counted that MYSELF and it was THREE!
DM: Whatever, Neels... here's Winters, getting Fusenshoff up again... and he sets him up in the standing head-scissor! Look for something BIG here...
DT: Layne Winters sees the FINISH LINE and the EPW TV TITLE in sight... now he lifts up Fusenshoff by the WAIST... RIGHT INTO A JUMPING PILEDRIVER!! OH MY GOD, HE DRILLED HIM HEAD FIRST INTO THE MAT!!
DM: Jeez, Winters is trying to make a modern art display out of the ring, using Fusenshoff's profusely bleeding FACE as his paintbrush! The ring is a collage of the TV Champion's own blood, and every time the challenger puts him down focusing on his head, Fusenshoff slips even further away!
DT: "New School" Layne Winters... hooking BOTH LEGS for the COVER!!
ONE!!
TWO!!!
THREE--NO!! FUSENSHOFF KICKED OUT AGAIN!
MN: How does he keep DOING THAT?!
DM: The Television Champion didn't even have to COMPETE tonight, but he's putting EVERYTHING HE'S GOT on the line here tonight! THAT right there is what I call COMMITMENT to a title, even if Fusenshoff was never particularly proud of it...
DT: We all have to remember that what Fusenshoff does in that ring, he does for HIMSELF... not for any title and CERTAINLY not for anyone, including that damned STALKER! But RIGHT NOW, he's got a plate full of problems, served personally by "New School" Layne Winters!
DM: Winters is getting FRUSTRATED now! You can hear him exchanging choice words with David Rosenkrantz on the speed of that count, but simply put, Fusenshoff powered out at the last second! This is the PERFECT opportunity for Fusenshoff to mount a comeback... but...
MN: But let's FACE IT, Dean... he doesn't HAVE ENOUGH to make a comeback right now! Look at him! He's a BLEEDING MESS in that ring!
DT: He's still in this match, isn't he?! Let's not count out Fusenshoff just yet. We can't be too quick to forget the impressive COMEBACKS this man is capable of!
DM: Winters on top of Fusenshoff immediately... now he rolls him over onto his belly in the center of the ring. There he boosts him onto his knees... OH MAN, LOOK AT THIS!! A CROSS-FACE CLUTCH!! That's quite an INNOVATIVE submission hold, and against an opponent whose life is slowly slipping away every second that passes in that ring, it can be quite DANGEROUS!
DT: Winters is pulling BACK on that Crossface hold, just SQUEEZING the life-force out of Fusenshoff as the blood continues trailing down his face! HOW is the TV Champion going to escape THIS ONE?!
MN: The point is that he WON'T, Dave! The moron won't stay down long enough, so Layne's going to finish this off slow and painfully! Heh heh...
DM: The arms of Layne Winters are tensed around the crimson-masked face of Fusenshoff, tightening like the strangling clutch of a BOA CONSTRICTER!! I don't see Fuse escaping this one! In a few moments, it's going to be lights out, and that's all she wrote!
DT: Even so... Fusenshoff is FIGHTING the pain! He's REFUSING to tap out at all costs!
MN: That's okay. He'll won't have a choice soon enough...
DM: This could be IT for the Television Champion, Fusenshoff...
[Camera zooms in on the gore-ridden face of Fusenshoff as his eyes roll back and he slips away.]
DM: ...that's it, I think he's OUT!!
DT: Rosenkrantz raising the hand of Fusenshoff to see if he is able to respond... and it DROPS!!
MN: That's ONE!
DT: Rosenkratz raising the arm again... and once again, it DROPS!!
MN: That's TWO!!
DM: Just one more, and we'll see a new TV Champion crowned here tonight...
DT: Rosenkrantz... RAISING THE ARM...
...
...
And it FALLS --
NO WAIT!! FUSENSHOFF KEPT IT UP!! MY GOD, HOW IS HE STILL AWAKE?!
Crowd: *POP!*
DM: I can't believe what I'm SEEING!! I thought for CERTAIN he was GONE! The champion is putting up an ENORMOUS effort here tonight, and however this competition turns out, it’s one that he should be commended for!
MN: Oh right... give all the props to FUSENSHOFF, but nothing to the brilliant wrestling ability of Layne Winters!
DT: The capacity crowd is getting behind the TV Champion...
Crowd: "FU-SENS-HOFF!! FU-SENS-HOFF!! FU-SENS-HOFF!!"
DT: ...and now he's getting his legs moving! Fusenshoff is desperately trying to FREE himself from that innovated Crossface hold applied by Layne Winters!
DM: He's trying to move his legs up so he can get his feet on the mat and is that as leverage! Winters, looking DESPERATE in the light of this amazing show of DURABILITY on the part of the champion, tries closing the gap... but Fusenshoff is already on his knees!
DT: Fusenshoff is fighting the PAIN and the urge to PASS OUT with every fiber of his being! His fists are clenched and SHAKING with fury as he STILL continues to bleed out through the open gash on his forehead! But even now, he manages to put ONE foot to the mat... and now BOTH! Fusenshoff is RISING TO HIS FEET!
Crowd: *POP!*
DM: ...and Winters is hanging there WITH HIM!
MN: Come on, Layne! Squeeze his head until POPS like a melon!
DM: Winters is just hanging on for dear life at this point... but here's Fusenshoff, charging BACK-FIRST INTO THE CORNER -- AND HE JUST SANDWICHED Layne Winters in that corner!
DT: Winters REFUSES to let go... and this time, Fusenshoff hooks both of Winters' legs wrapped around his torso... and drops STRAIGHT BACK!!
DM: OH MAN, Winters got CRUSHED... but even THAT'S not enough to release his grip! "New School" isn't giving up on that hold until it puts Fusenshoff away for good, and now the TV Champ has made the mistake of dropping BACK to the mat, giving the challenger all that extra leverage!
MN: Heh... moron...
DT: Layne Winters is trying to reposition himself... but Fusenshoff's ALREADY RISING AGAIN!? He will simply NOT stay down! And can you BLAME HIM given what's at stake?
DM: Winters still clinging to the back of Fusenshoff with only that Crossface held in place, legs trying to form a vice around the champion's legs... but now Fusenshoff reaches back and grabs him by the back of the hair -- AND DROPS RIGHT INTO AN ACE CRUSHER!!
Crowd: *POP!*
DT: YES!! The death grip of Layne Winters is FINALLY broken, and "New School" goes SPRAWLING to the mat clutching his jaw! Fusenshoff, completely EXHAUSTED, just COLLAPSES to the mat with him!
DM: It probably took everything he had just break free from that submission hold. But with his life-force continuing to leak away through that cut, I have to wonder how much more he has left!
MN: NOT MUCH, believe me...
DT: Well see about that, Mike! Fusenshoff is trying to get to his feet again! It's quite an effort for him, but he manages to get up as a dazed Layne Winters rises also! Winters turns around... and nearly JUMPS OUT OF HIS SHOES the minute he sees FUSENSHOFF standing over him!
DM: OH! Hard kick to the mid-section... and Fusenshoff goes right for the WHIP to the ropes! Here comes Winters on the return -- RUNS STRAIGHT INTO A BIIIIG POWERSLAM!! OH MAN, he nearly got PUT THROUGH THE RING!!
DT: Fusenshoff with the PIN!!
ONE!!
TWO!!
THR--NO!! Winters kicks out!
MN: Come on, you didn't think Winters was going to spend the past five minutes kicking Fusenshoff's ass, only to turn around to go down just like THAT!
DM: Stranger things have happened in the world of professional wrestling. Fusenshoff, still a little slow to get up... and that gives Winters the opportunity to rise to his feet unscathed! Fuse up, and here comes Winters... "New School" meets him with a CHOP across the chest... but Fuse just STIFFENS UP and tells him to hit him again!
DT: Winters with ANOTHER chop across the chest, and he put some FORCE into that one... Fusenshoff is just SOAKING UP THE PAIN!! He's telling Winters to hit him AGAIN!
MN: Well, if you insist...
DT: Here's Winters with ANOTHER -- NO WAIT!! FUSENSHOFF COUNTERS... with an EXPLODER SUPLEX!! OH MAN, HE JUST THREW LAYNE WINTERS ACROSS THE RING!!
DM: Winters is trying to flounder to his feet... and once again, Fusenshoff, taking too long to regain his bearings! He must be getting DIZZY with all that blood loss! Winters trying to get up by the ropes... but here comes Fuse at last! The TV Champ hooks the challenger from behind... gets him to his FEET -- AND THERE'S A BACK SUPLEX!! Once again, Layne Winters is getting mercilessly MANHANDLED in that ring!
DT: Layne Winters is finally UNMOVING on the mat, and now Fusenshoff makes the win to PUT THIS ONE AWAY!!
ONE!!
TWO!!
THR--NO!! A KICKOUT by Layne Winters!
MN: That's right, Layne! You can hang in there!
DM: Fusenshoff knows he's in the home stretch. He's just gotta hang in there long enough to keep Layne Winters down! But so far, "New School" is coming back from EVERYTHING he's dishing out!
DT: Time is running out for the TV Champion! Fusenshoff is slowly back up to his feet, fighting the exhaustion wearing out his entire body... and now he's bringing Winters up with him! Fuse DITCHES Winters into the corner, and the challenger is TRAPPED! Fusenshoff grabs the middle set of ropes... AND DRIVES THAT SHOULDER RIGHT INTO THE RIBS of Layne Winters!
DM: That just knocked the WIND out of Winters! Fusenshoff with ANOTHER BIG SHOULDER, and Winters is looking in bad shape! Wait a minute... Fusenshoff now lifting Winters UP! Wait, he dropped him... Fusenshoff's strength is LEAVING him!
MN: HA! It was only a matter of time!
DT: NO!! Fusenshoff with a BIG ELBOW to the face of Layne Winters, keeps him stunned... and now he's lifting him up AGAIN! He sets Layne Winters up to the TOP ROPE... and now he's going up WITH HIM!!
DM: We could potentially be about to witness high-risk move from the champ! Fuse trying to hook those arms... but Winters is FIGHTING BACK!
MN: Come on, Layne! Knock him off!
DT: OH NO!! Winters just SHOVES the TV Champ off the top rope, and Fusenshoff tumbles into the ring! Now Winters is trying to turn this to his advantage... he's setting himself up on the top rope! Winters could be looking for -- OH MAN, SHOT DOWN!! FUSENSHOFF THROWS HIMSELF INTO THE ROPES, and Layne Winters RACKS HIMSELF on the turnbuckle!!
DM: OOOhhh... Winters tried to turn things around in his favor, but that didn't last long, and now Fusenshoff's RETURNING to the top rope! Fusenshoff with the waist lock... looking for the SUPLEX... but he can't get Layne Winters over!
DT: Come on, Fusenshoff, you can DO IT!!
MN: CHOKE, Hasselhoff, CHOKE!!
DT: Fusenshoff trying again... DIGGING DEEP... AND HE JUST THROWS LAYNE WINTERS OFF THE TOP ROPE WITH AN OVERHEAD BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX!! OH MY GOD, that nearly put a HOLE into the ring!
DM: That COULD BE ENOUGH to stop Layne Winters, but Fusenshoff is just too damn SPENT to even MOVE at this point! He's got to make the cover!
DT: COME ON, Fuse, he's only RIGHT THERE! Fusenshoff rolling onto his side... DRAGGING himself over the body of Layne Winters! This is IT!!
ONE!!
TWO!!
THREE--OH NO, WINTERS KICKS OUT!!
Crowd: AAAaawww...
DM: Fusenshoff can hardly believe it! It took everything he had to throw Layne Winters off the top rope with that suplex, but even THAT wasn't enough! Fusenshoff has been bleeding out in the ring consistently for the last seven minutes of this competition. There's NO WAY he can keep this going for much longer...
DT: Three minutes are left in this competition for the EPW Television Title... and now Fusenshoff, using the ropes to get back to his feet! Winters managed to kick out, but he's having some trouble trying to get up himself! Fuse is behind him in his blind spot... and the TV Champ is STALKING his competition!
MN: Oh man... TURN AROUND LAYNE!!
DM: TOO LATE! Here's Fusenshoff from behind...
WHISKEY BOMB!! OH MAN, he NAILED IT!! Fusenshoff, in a LAST DITCH EFFORT, used the LAST of his strength to bury Layne Winters face first into the mat!!
DT: HE'S DONE IT AT LAST!! Fusenshoff drapes an arm over the chest, going for the PIN...
ONE!!
TWO!!!
THHRREEE!! -- NO!!! OH GOD, NO, WINTERS KICKED OUT!! HOW IN THE HELL DID HE KICK OUT?!
DM: It AIN'T OVER YET!! And the task of finishing match just gets more and more difficult for Fusenshoff as Layne Winters refuses to stay down! But how much longer can he last against the strength of the TV Champion?
MN: Come on, Winters, you're SOO CLOSE!!
DT: I don't think Winters can withstand any more... and Fusenshoff KNOWS it! Fusenshoff, looking like he's in absolute PAIN as he forces himself back onto his feet... and now he's bringing Winters up! Fuse is giving the signal to the fans... he's going for the DOMINATION!!
DM: Fusenshoff is going ALL OUT right now! There's only two minutes left to put this match away! If he can stay strong for that long, he'll walk out of here with the title by default! The window of opportunity is CLOSING on Layne Winters!
DT: Fusenshoff gets Winters back to his feet... he's trying to lift Winters up, but... he CAN'T!!
DM: Uh oh... Fusenshoff just hit a BRICK WALL! He doesn't have the power to keep this one going!
DT: Fusenshoff... FIGHTING THE PAIN... trying AGAIN to finish off Layne Winters... lifting him up over his shoulders... going for THE DOMINATION...
...
BUT WINTERS SLIPS DOWN HIS BACK!! Fusenshoff didn't have the STRENGTH TO HOLD HIM IN PLACE!! Fuse practically COLLAPSES where he stands!
DM: The opportunity is right there for Layne Winters... he spins Fusenshoff around, and lifts him up for the suplex --
NO!! He's going for THE GREEN RIVER JUSTICE!! HE NAILS IT!!
MN: WOOO-HOOO!!!
DT: Winters hooks both legs...
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
TTTHHHREEEE!!! MY GOD, WE HAVE A NEW CHAMPION!!
[SFX: *DING! DING! DING!* "I Don't Know Anything" by Mad Season hits the PA as Winters releases the pin and falls to the mat in exhaustion.]
TF: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner...
...and NEW EMPIRE PRO TELEVISION CHAMPION...
"NEW SCHOOL"... LLLAAAAAYYYYNNNEEE WWWIIIIINNNNTTEERRRSSS!!!
MN: Oh what a BEAUTIFUL DAY!! Somebody FINALLY took that belt off that drunk LOSER!!
DM: What a REMARKABLE display of STRENGTH and ENDURANCE on the part of both men! Both men gave it everything, but in the end, I think Fusenshoff's injury cost him GREATLY in the long run of this match!
DT: You can say that again, Dean-O... I think if Rocko Daymon hadn't hit him with that CHAIR earlier in the night, things would have been MUCH different!
MN: Oh yeah, well I don't think so. I think you guys are writing off the ability of the NEW TV Champ... "NEW SCHOOL" LAYNE WINTERS!!
DM: Okay... credit needs to be given where it's due. Layne Winters gave it his ALL in this title match, and it PAID OFF! It's hard to imagine this is only his FOURTH match here since coming out of the indy federations in the Pacific Northwest and jumping head-first into the big leagues, but in that little time, he's ALREADY brought Empire Pro gold around his waist!
[Winters is handed the EPW TV Title by Rosenkrantz as his arm is raised in victory. He spends a moment grinning WILDLY to the camera amid a crowd of booing fans, until he's literally knocked off his feet by Pamela as she rushes into the ring. The couple roll to the outside and continue celebrating to the spiteful fans as the ref checks on Fusenshoff and calls for EMTs.]
DT: A hard-fought victory for Layne Winters as he joins Pamela in the celebration. He might have put a fight tonight, but I wish he'd be more RESPECTFUL to the Empire Pro fans.
MN: SCREW THEM! Just what have THEY done to deserve his respect?! Layne Winters has been wrestling for SEVEN YEARS, and he just earned the BIGGEST ACCOMPLISHMENT of his career, and all you can do is whine about the fact that he KNOWS he's better than the rest of these snot-nosed idiots?!
DM: EMTs are coming to the ring to help Fusenshoff to the back and patch him up again... oh wait, look who's coming with them!
DT: STALKER?! Strange seeing HIM coming to the aid of Fusenshoff!
MN: What, you really thought he didn't CARE about Fusenshoff? I mean, come on... by now, Fuse should be able to distinguish his friends from his enemies. Stalker is obviously there to be his FRIEND, but Rocko Daymon? Come on, he cracked him over the head with a chair, and pretty much hampered his entire performance in this match!
DM: It's going to be interesting to see how that develops. I don't think it was anything personal on Rocko's part, but Fusenshoff may not see it that way.
DT: Regardless, this night belongs to LAYNE WINTERS, who leaves the ring with the EPW TV Title after a hard-fought battle! Fusenshoff is being led to the back to have his cut attended to. We've got more action on the way fans, so don't leave us just yet!