[CUTTO: The camera panning over the crowd, who are holding signs and cheering loudly as the shot comes to focus on Tony Fatora in the ring.] 

[CUEUP: "Brain Stew" by Green Day. The crowd booing loudly as Sean Edmunds steps onto the rampway. Edmunds wearing dark purple knee length tights with black ring boots. A white robe with "Sensational" in black sequins hangs loosely off his shoulders as he walks to the ring.]

TF: The following contest is set for one fall...Introducing first, hailing from Boston, Massachusetts weighing in at 223 pounds...Representing Anthology..."Simply Sensational" SEAN!!! EDMUNDS!!

[The crowd booing as Edmunds gives a smug smile at the crowd as takes his rope off and hands it to a ring attendant.]

DT: Edmunds not exactly endearing himself to the fans as we kick off tonight's show...And he better be on his game cause he's facing a man who's really on the edge.

[CUEUP: "More Human Then Human" by White Zombie. Anarky, wearing his skull facepaint, turn leather shirt with the Anarchy symbol on the chest, ripped blue jeans and black work boots, hits the ring. The crowd with a loud mixed reaction with a bit more cheering then boos.]

TF: And his opponent...Hailing from Hartford, Connecticut...Weighing at 229 pounds...AN! R! KEY!!!

[Anarky hits the ring and bullrushes Edmunds into a corner and begins pounding away on him!]

DT: Anarky not even waiting for the bell here as he just starts beating the heck out of Edmunds! The ref forcing himself between the two men, telling Anarky to back off...Anarky standing a few feet away just looking enraged...[Bell rings] and now we're underway! Anarky right back punching away on Edmunds...Anarky sends Edmunds to the corner...Edmunds staggers out...INTO A BRUTAL CLOTHESLINE! Edmunds hits the mat hard and now Anarky stomping the heck out of Edmunds! Edmunds rolls out of the ring...Edmunds trying to get his bearing...ANARKY WITH A SLINGSHOT CROSSBODY TO THE FLOOR! 

DM: Anarky doing anything and everything he can to cripple and maim Edmunds. Anarky just assaulting Edmunds here.

DT: Anarky grabs Edmunds and SMASHES him into the apron...Edmunds trying to back off...Anarky lifts Edmunds off his feet...AND RUNS EDMUNDS BACKFIRST INTO THE SECURITY RAILING! 

MN: This guy should be a rubber room, night fighting an elite wrestler like Edmunds! 

DT: Edmunds thrown back into the ring, Anarky now dives on top of Edmunds and now dropping right hands and elbows from the mount on Edmunds. Edmunds fighting to get out from under Anarky...Edmunds escapes and gets to his feet as he get his head bashed into a turnbuckle...The ref trying to break the two men up...Edmunds gouges Anarky in the eye while the ref couldn't see it...Anarky staggers back a step...Edmunds with a drop toe hold sends Anarky into the 2nd turnbuckle!

MN: There we go! Outsmart this maniac! Show him who's boss!

DT: Anarky staggering and Edmunds catches him with a SNAP SUPLEX! Edmunds back up to his feet quickly and he drops an elbow! And another! Edmunds now locks into a reverse chinlock on Anarky.

DM: Edmunds trying to slow down Anarky and try to burn off some of that anger and rage that Anarky clearly uses to fuel himself in these matches.

MN: He's mad, stark raving mad...You saw what happened last show, he was BLEEDING all over the place and he still wanted to fight, and then he nearly killed himself and Larry Tact, and he's right back out here again...He's even smiling being in a headlock for crying out loud!

DT: He *is* smiling...Anarky to his feet now Edmunds lets go of the headlock and knees Anarky in the face...Anarky rocked backwards...EDMUNDS WITH A ROLL-UP...HE'S GOT A HANDFUL OF ANARKY'S JEANS! 

ONE!!


TWO!!


NO!!!


DT: Anarky kicks out...AND HE LOOKS OUTRAGED!!! ANARKY GETS ON TOP OF EDMUNDS AND HE'S CHOKING THE LIFE OUT OF HIM!! The ref counting for Anarky to break the choke...He's not doing it!!! [ref calls for the bell] Edmunds face is turning bright red...The ref finally prying Anarky off Edmunds...Anarky grabs Edmunds and throws him out on the floor in front of us...Now Anarky's getting a couple chairs...This looks bad!

DM: We need help out here now!

DT: And here they come!

[The crowd buzzes as a series of security guards and EPW staff rush to ringside, Anarky standing over Edmunds with one chair under Edmunds' head...Anarky holding the other chair, ready to strike.]

DT: Everyone out here now, trying to calm Anarky down...Trying to get him to not do this...Anarky standing over Edmunds, he could cave his skull in should he choose to.

[Dean Matthews stands up from his chair at the broadcast table]

DM: Anarky! Think about your career! You can't do this...

[Anarky who had been looking at the mob of security around him, turns towards Matthews.]

DM: Think about it Anarky...This isn't what you should be doing...

[Anarky suddenly rears back with the chair and SMASHES Dean Matthews in the head with it! Matthews falls like a stone to the ground, motionless, we can hear the headsets of the other two broadcasters being ripped off. The mob of security dives on Anarky. Anarky begins punching and kicking at everyone who gets near him, only after about 6 men are sent down is Anarky finally hit with a tazer from one of the guards and dropped to his knees...A mass of bodies dive on top of Anarky. After a few moments we hear a headset come back on.]

DT: We need help! RIGHT NOW!!! Dean's out cold! Oh geezus...I can't believe this...WE NEED HELP!!!! GET EMT'S OUT HERE NOW!!!

[Anarky is finally pulled to his feet, having been handcuffed by the security, who now begin dragging him to the back as EMTs rush to tend to Dean Matthews. The crowd is stunned, a low murmur going through the arena.]

DT: I...I don't even know what to say…these attacks are getting out of control!!...My God, I can only hope Dean is OK...We'll...We'll be right back..

[Backstage.

EPW Owner Lindsay Troy’s office. Suddenly the door busts open, causing her to jump as Cameron Cruise, Jared Wells, Larry Tact, Copycat and Sean Edmunds come in. They are ANGRY.

Edmunds is sweating profusely and clutching at his neck and Jared Wells is still nursing a bo-bo on his head.]

Cruise: What the hell is going on around here, Troy?? Where the hell is the security?? First some idiot jumps Jared in the parking lot and now Anarky?? That guy’s out of his mind! Did you see the way he took out Dean Matthews?

Troy: I saw it.

Cruise: Well are you gonna do something about it or what??

[Troy slams the palm of her hand down on her desk, making a loud booming sound that causes even the members of Anthology to pay attention.]

Troy: [seething] First thing’s first. I’ll be DAMNED if I ever let you of all people come in here and make demands of me. I don’t care who you think you are nowadays or what titles you hold now. Don’t EVER storm into my office and make demands of me again.

Cruise: Then..

Troy: [cutting him off] Not another word, Cruise. As a matter of fact, I am gonna do something about all of this. Do you think I haven’t notice you and your…boys….running around like you own the place?? You attack this guy, you attack that guy. Suddenly you get a little taste of your own medicine and you don’t like it. You think I haven’t noticed also…that you two… [she points to Tact and Wells] ..don’t even bother to defend your titles anymore?? Well..I’ve got news for you both.

At Russian Roulette, you will defend those belts in a triple threat match against both Jungle Storm and Contradiction.

[Everyone looks at Troy, dumbfounded, then back at each other, then back at Troy and then burst out into simultaneous laughter.]

Wells: OH NOES, TROY! WHAT ARE WE GONNA DO!!

Tact: Yeah! Hey, why not throw a couple announcers into the match to REALLY stack the odds.

Wells: The two of us against a bunch of guys we just crippled?? Sure thing, Troy. Whatever you say. NOT.A.PROBLEM.

Troy: I thought you’d feel that way. Don’t think I didn’t get word of your little encounter out back. So I’ve got a little wrinkle to throw at you. In addition to your defense of the titles at Russian Roulette – that SAME NIGHT, earlier in the show you will face two men of MY CHOOSING. You think you can soften everyone in your division up and it’ll be easy sailing?? Well guess what? I’ve got a couple guys who have done a little softening up of their own from time to time.

[For the first time, there are some nervous glances.]

Troy: What? Not funny? Well I’ll tell you what. On Aggression 47, I’ll let you know who your first opponents at Russian Roulette will be. In the meantime, get the hell out of my office.

[Troy glares daggers through Anthology as they stare her down as well. A few look as though they’re considering something, then they think better of it and back their way out of the office.

Lindsay takes a DEEP breath.

Another knock moments later – this one expected.]

Troy: “Come on in.”

The door opens, but an unfamiliar voice calls out first.

VOICE: “Is there a camera in there?”

Troy looks up, glances toward the camera then back at the person standing in the door.

Troy: “Well, I just had a miscreant or two to deal with and the camera was here for that – so yes.”

VOICE: “No cameras. At least, not yet.”

Troy: (waving a hand dismissively) “Not a problem.” (Troy looks in the direction of the cameraman) “Keep it on me, would ya?”

We hear a bit of noise as the person comes in, and Lindsay stands up to reach across and shake the person’s hand off screen with a smile.

Troy: “Nice to meet you in person finally. Dan speaks very highly of you.”

VOICE: “Likewise. Nice setup. The limo wasn’t necessary, you know.”

Troy: (amused) “Not your style?”

VOICE: “I’ve been known to ride in one now and then, but I usually have to pay for it.”

Troy: “It’s okay. It’s a company car. If it makes you feel better, I didn’t spend a single extra penny on it.”

Troy smiles as the other person, we assume…smiles as well.

Troy: “So after speaking with Dan, it’s my understanding you’d like a probationary type deal. A sort of – you feel us out, we feel you out sorta thing. Does that sound about right?”

VOICE: “That’s pretty much what we discussed, yes.”

Lindsay pulls some paperwork out of her briefcase and slides it across the desk.

Troy: “What this basically states is that you’ll take a match at Russian Roulette and see how it goes. From there, we’ll work on a match to match basis and you’re free to pull out at any time until such a time we decide to either make the deal permanent…or either party decides to terminate the agreement.”

VOICE: “Sounds pretty good.”

Troy: “Of course, feel free to have your attorneys look that over and get it back to me at your convenience – and how we proceed will be up to you. If you wanna be here for TV next show, that’s fine. Just let me know.”

With that, Troy stands and reaches across, once again shaking this person’s hand.

VOICE: “Excellent. I’ll be in touch.”

Troy nods as they leave the office and the door clicks to a close behind. Troy sits and looks at another stack of papers, looks at an attached photo and mutters to herself…

“Now then, what to do about YOU….”

FADE OUT.

FATORA: Ladies and gentlemen, it is my pleasure to introduce at this time, the former EPW World Heavyweight Champion and current #1 contender... "THE MECCA"... MARCUS WESTCOTT!!

[ Saliva's "Ladies and Gentlemen" begins to play over the PA, and Marcus gets a huge mixed reaction as he comes down the ramp and climbs into the ring, taking the mic from Fatora with a nod. ]

MW: Folks, I'll make this short and sweet. I'm out here for one reason only.

MN: Thank CHRIST!

MW: After I finish caving in Jared Wells' face tonight to the point where he has to get corrective surgery on his mouth and that wonder tongue of his... I'm off to face Sean Stevens at Russian Roulette for the EPW World Heavyweight Championship.

[ Another mixed reaction from the crowd, slightly more cheers than jeers. ]

MW: Sean... I want you to listen, and listen closely... that is, if you're even bothering to watch this tonight, since Lord knows you've been about as scarce around here as a woman's orgasm around Cameron Cruise...

DT: Oh man... Cruise jokes NEVER get old.

MW: So if you can even be BOTHERED to show up at the PPV, I've got a challenge waiting for you, Sean. We all know you like to strut your stuff and tell everyone who'll listen that you're God's gift to professional wrestling, although we all know there's ONE MAN around here you've never been able to beat one on one.

[ Marcus points down at his chest, getting all fired up. ]

MW: And that man is standing RIGHT HERE, Stevens! You spend an awful lot of time running your mouth and calling yourself the KING, but we all know you're really just the clown prince. There's one special place you call yourself King OF, Sean... and that's the one place I want to strip the title off of you like a BEAST stripping the hide off of a kill in the jungle, Stevens... and that place is MY HOME...

THE STEEL CAGE!

[ Crowd POP! ]

MW: That's right, Sean. Marcus Westcott vs. Sean Stevens for the EPW World Heavyweight Championship inside a steel cage, but that's not all. I want the confines of a CELL, but the steel of a cage, so we're gonna put a LID on that cage! But Marcus... why not just fight in a Cell?

[ Marcus looks around a bit. ]

MW: CELLS ARE FOR PUSSIES! No mesh to save you Sean... just cold, unforgiving steel bars in every direction. JUST YOU AND ME, Sean! No Anthology to get their noses in this. No Ice FREAKING Tre to bring his rolling circus down here and spoil things again! JUST YOU AND ME inside a cage with absolutely NO escape! The door will be locked, and it'll be pinfalls and submissions only!

COME ON, SEAN! ACCEPT THE CHALLENGE!! LINDSAY TROY... MAKE IT HAPPEN!

And when Russian Roulette is over, *I* will be the one left standing in that cage! *I* will be the King of the Cage, just like I've been twice before, Sean, and *I*... WILL... BE...

THE EPW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!

[ Marcus drops the mic as "Ladies and Gentlemen" play over the PA again, and the crowd lets out a decent pop! ]

DT: HOLY HELL! There's the challenge, folks! Westcott wants Stevens inside a steel cage, with no way out! Will Sean accept the challenge? If not, will Lindsay Troy make the match? We've got more after this, folks!