[FADEIN: The ring where Tony Fatora stands, mic in hand, ready to make an announcement.]
TF: The following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL...With a 15 minute time limit...and it is for the EPW...WORLD! TELEVISION! CHAMPIONSHIP!!!
[Crowd pops!]
DT: These two men have had a couple of run-ins the last two weeks, and now they'll be settling this issue, with the EPW TV Title at stake.
MN: There's one MAN in this match, his opponent is just a make-up wearing BOY.
[MUSIC UP: "Happy Birthday" by the Birthday Massacre, EPW Edit. The crowd pops big!]
DT: Say what you want about him, listen to this ovation as the challenger makes his way out to the ring!
[CUTTO: The First stepping through the curtain to the roar of the crowd. He's wearing a black "Painted Up Freak" T-Shirt cut into a wife beater, black gi pants, and black ring boots. His right hand is taped almost to the elbow with the word "HOPE" written on the tape in black marker. His face is painted white, with a large black circle covering his right eye, his left eye has a black rectangle going from his eyebrow half way down his cheek. The First has on black lipstick and his nails are painted black, his hair is jet black with about an inch on the tips dyed green. He paces around the rampway, screaming at the crowd. waving his arms, urging them to cheer louder and they respond in kind.]
DT: This crowd is on it's feet, The First is inciting this crowd to greater and greater noise and they are giving it to him!
MN: He makes me sick, this pleading for attention, and the fact that these idiots give it to him disgusts me, I can't wait till Layne Winters beats the daylights out of him.
[The First high-five’s the fans as he makes his way to the ring. Once on the apron he jumps from the apron onto the second rope inside the ring and raises his arms at the crowd, letting out another yell. His music ends as he now paces in the ring...The silence continues for a while.]
DT: Layne Winters taking his time here...Letting The First stew in the ring for a bit.
MN: Yeah, make him wait, the world doesn't run on your schedule, you freak, it runs according to the CHAMPIONS schedule.
[The First stands waiting for a few moments, with no sign of Winters or his music, he waves on the crowd who start a "First" chant. The First smiles...First looks over at a teenage fan in the front row who has his face painted like The First..."Good job" he says, pointing at his own face.]
MN: Ugh, look at this, he's got these idiot kids making fools of themselves...Why can't they look up to somebody respectable, like Layne Winters.
DT: The fact you just declared Layne Winters to be a better role model then anyone on this planet shows how far gone you are.
[MUSIC UP: "I Don't Know Anything" by Mad Season and the crowd instantly turns hostile with a loud chorus of boos.
[Green and silver lights flash at the entranceway curtains while the letters spelling out L-A-Y-N-E-W-I-N-T-E-R-S appear on the big screen, fading in and out individually. Mad Season plays for another quarter minute before Layne Winters slowly walks out of the curtain, Pamela at his side, wearing the EPW Television title around his waist and hands on his hips. The smattering of boos begin to get louder and soon fill the arena. Layne bows his head, smiling...pointing to the title around his waist and promptly turning it into a big middle finger that he flashes the entire arena]
DT: The ever tactful and beloved EPW World Television Champion making his way to the ring.
MN: Hey, if you had to deal with a angry mob of idiots who would support that moron in the ring over a true wrestler, you would be a bit ticked off to!
[Layne stares hard at The First as he steps through the ropes. Pamela strips the title off him; Layne kisses it and proceeds to circle around the ring warming up his shoulders...keeping his eyes on The First. First puts a hand on to his throat and then walks towards Winters and fakes a Green Mist spit, causing Layne to flinch and come back threatening a fake punch. First smiles and turns to his corner as Pat Jones keeps the two men apart.]
DT: Mind games before the bell by The First here!
MN: He doesn't have a mind...
TF: Introducing first...The Challenger...He hails from SALEM, MASSACHUSETTS...Weighing in at 208 pounds...THHHHHEEEE....FIRST!!!!!
{Crowd Pops...The First Smiles and raises an arm in the air.]
TF: And his opponent [Boos]...He hails from SEATTLE, WASHINGTON...Weighting in at 248 pounds...Here is the EPW...WORLD! TELEVISION! CHAMPION! "NEW SCHOOL!" LANNNNNNYYYYEEEEEEE!!!!!! WINTERS!!!!
[Crowd boos as Winters keeps glaring at The First, not reacting to the crowd's anger.]
[Bell rings.]
DT: And we're underway for the EPW Television Title as Winters and The First circle each other...Collar and elbow tie up, leading to a side headlock from Winters...First pushes Winters into the ropes and now whips him to the other side...NO! Winters hangs onto the headlock!
MN: Take that you little goofball!
DT: The First now trying to get himself back towards the ropes, and he makes it...This time he holds them and Pat Jones gives Winters the five count to break the head lock...Winters with a clean break...[Winters looks at his chest which has a smear of First's white face paint on it and disgustedly says "God d*mmit, now I got this sh*t on me."] Winters and First lock up again...First with a go-behind into a hammerlock...Winters with a quick switch gets behind First and gets a waistlock...Winters lifts The First off his feet and DUMPS him on his stomach! Winters gets on top and now SLAPPING THE FIRST REPEATEDLY IN THE BACK OF THE HEAD!
MN: He's b*tch slapping the punk, this is great!
DT: First gets out from under Winters and gets to his feet ["You got nothing! Nothing!" Winters yells at First.] Winters waving First on...First charges and Winters clips him with a right hand. Winters with another HARD right hand and The First staggers back...Winters with a knee to the gut and now hooks First up...BIG SUPLEX! First flat on his back on the mat!
MN: New School taking this punk to school!
[Winters pops back to his feet, pointing at the fallen First, "There's your hero, there's your [kicks First in the head] hero.]
DT: Winters giving the badmouth to the crowd and The First as he lays in a series of boots...To the chest and head of The First...Winters pulls First to his feet and backs him into the corner...First sent to the opposite side and hits HARD he staggers out into a BIG TIME CLOTHESLINE! Winters drops down for the cover!
ONE!!
TWO!!
NO!!!
[Crowd pops!]
DT: First kicks out at two! Winters quickly slaps on a rear chinlock. Winters really leaning on The First, making him carry Winters' body weight as well as his own...After fighting big guys like Olvir and Tact he's finally got the size advantage tonight, he's got The First outweighed by about 40 pounds!
MN: Give me a break Dave, this kid is 210 only if he was soaking wet and with a brick in each pocket, he looks like a child against Winters!
DT: The First fighting his way to his feet [fans clapping, cheering!]...First with an elbow to the mid-section of Winters, and another...First breaks free...First off the ropes...WINTERS WITH A CLOTHESLINE...NO FIRST DUCKS...OFF THE OTHER SIDE...FIRST WITH A CROSSBODY!! NO!! WINTERS CATCHES HIM IN MID AIR!!...FALL AWAY SLAM BY WINTERS!!
MN: Ha! Winters with a clinic out there!
[Winters get up as The First lays on his side. "What did you expect?! Seriously?! What did you expect?!" Winters yells at the crowd.]
DT: Winters letting this crowd know that his domination in this match is no surprise, at least not to Layne Winters...Winters now pulls First back to his feet and drills him with a right hand, and now a shot to the body...Winters with an arm wringer and now PULLS FIRST INTO A SHORT ARM CLOTHESLINE! NO! FIRST DUCKS! First now hammering away on Winters with right hands! Winters staggering...STANDING DROPKICK BY THE FIRST SENDS WINTERS TO THE FLOOR! [Crowd pops!] Winters scrambling to his feet on the outside. [Winters spins around, getting his wits about him, he screams "Get him back! Get him back!" at ref Pat Jones.]
MN: Get it back together Layne, the freak just got lucky!
DT: Winters trying to regroup on the outside now as The First paces around in the ring. [First in the ring waving his hands at Winters yelling "C'mon! C'mon!"] Winters taking a rather measured approach to entering the ring....Winters back in now and he and The First lock back up...Winters again gets a headlock and now takes First to the mat with it...First's shoulders down...But only a 1 count...
MN: Winters wrestling a smart game plan, he's keeping this punk grounded.
DT: First again fighting to his feet...Winters pulls him down by the hair! I don't think Pat Jones saw that [Crowd boos!]...First again fights back up...ANOTHER HAIR PULL! But this time Winters got caught! [Jones gives Winters a count. Winters jumps up and gets in Jones face, screaming at him "What?! WHAT?! I didn't do anything!"] Winters turns around...DROPKICK BY THE FIRST! Winters scrambles to his feet...FIRST WITH A CLOTHESLINE! Winters again back up...ROCKED BY ANOTHER CLOTHESLINE! Winters back up and he's on rubber legs...First sends him to the ropes...First to the other side...SPEAR BY THE FIRST!!! Winters clutching at his stomach and rolls to the outside!
MN: Smart move by Winters getting to the floor, he can't lose the title if he's not in the ring!
DT: The First hops to the outside and he's stalking Winters...Winters to his feet, and gets a punch to the gut from The First...First now rocking Winters with a series of right hands...First now BOUNCES Winters head off the apron...Winters staggering away from The First trying to get some distance...First now putting a hand to his throat.
MN: This is illegal! Stop this Pat Jones!
DT: First now rounds the corner, he's ready to spray that mist in Winters face...Wait! Winters now hiding behind Pamela...What a coward!
MN: A coward?! His opponent is about to use some illegal chemical agent! It's anything goes! Pamela is a tough lady, she can deal with this goofball!
DT: The First glaring at Winters hiding behind Pamela...First now just sprays that mist into the apron...WINTERS LUNGES AT FIRST AND DRILLS HIM WITH A KICK TO THE HEAD!
MN: Ha! Well played Layne!
DT: Winters now scoops up The First...OH NO!!! FIRST DRIVEN INTO THE RINGPOST BACK FIRST! Winters now dumps First on the floor...Winters rolls into the ring...[Winters stands in the ring, crowd booing loud! "Yeah, cheer that piece of trash!" he shouts, pointing down at The First.]
MN: The TV Champion standing in his glory, what a moment!
DT: You're unreal...Pat Jones counting The First out now...He's up to 5...6...
SEVEN!
DT: First getting to his knees...
EIGHT!!
DT: First now hanging onto the apron...
NINE!!
DT: First...DIVES INTO THE RING! [Crowd pops! Winters shouts "Dammit!"] This match continues! Winters stomping away on First...Winters whips The First into the corner...FIRST HITS CHEST FIRST He staggers back...BACK SUPLEX BY WINTERS! HE COVERS!
ONE!!
TWO!!
NO!!
DT: First kicks out! [Crowd pops!]...Winters gives Pat Jones some lip...Winters now pulls The First back to his feet...First throws a kick...Winters catches his foot...FIRST WITH AN ENZIGURI...WINTERS DUCKS...WINTERS WITH AN ANKLELOCK!
MN: YEAH! Tap him out!
DT: First screaming in pain...First thrashing, trying to get to the ropes...Winters drags him back to the middle...Wait...First flips over on his back and grabs Winters...INSIDE CRADLE!!
ONE!!!
TWO!!
TH--NO! NO!
DT: NO! [Crowd groans!] Winters just gets the shoulder up! Winters shoots to his feet and is he's livid! Winters grabs First...IMPALER DDT!
MN: That's it! We're done here folks!
DT: Winters now gives the cutthroat sign...Winters hooks The First...GREEN RIVER JUSTICE...NO! FIRST GOES OVER THE SHOULDER AND GETS BEHIND WINTERS...SOULBREAKER!!!! [Crowd pops huge!] SOULBREAKER BY THE FIRST!!! BOTH MEN DOWN!!
MN: DAMMIT!! NO!!
DT: Winters and First both down...First now starting to crawl over towards Winters...Can he get there? First throws a arm over Winters chest!
ONE!!!
TWO!!
THREE--NO! NO!!!
DT: WINTERS KICKS OUT!!! [Crowd groans!] The Champion showing a lot of heart surviving that Soulbreaker...
MN: Heart of a champion! Winters isn't losing to this freak...Come on Layne!
DT: The First getting to his feet...Winters getting up and now First hammering him with a series of right hands...Winters staggers into the corner and The First kicks Winters in the gut repeatedly...First sends Winters to the corner...Winters staggers out...SPINNING HEEL KICK! Winters decked!
MN: I knew it! Dammit I knew it...This was like one of those football games where your team is up 6 but they should be up 20, and you just know they've left the door open to blow it...Winters was mopping the floor with this goof, but he didn't finish him...COME ON LAYNE...GET IT TOGETHER!
DT: The First getting to his feet now...[First looks at the crowd for a moment before yelling "Come on!" inciting them to cheer, which they do.] Winters up and he eats another right hand, and another...First backs Winters into the corner...Winters sent for the ride and hits hard...First now measures him...HANDSPRING BACK ELBOW BY THE FIRST! Winters staggers out of the corner..The First quickly to the second rope...Winters turns around...RIGHT INTO A FLYING SHOULDER BLOCK BY THE FIRST!! HE COVERS!
ONE!!
TWO!!
THR--NO! NO!!!
DT: Winters again gets the shoulder up at two! [Crowd buzzing!] First shakes his head but now he gets Winters to his feet...First with a quick series of left jabs...Winters staggering...BIG RIGHT HAND...Winters stumbling...DROPS TO ONE KNEE!! [Crowd pops!] First has him where he wants him for the Shining Wizard! WAIT A SECOND!!! PAMELA ON THE APRON!! GET HER OFF THERE REF!!
MN: I think she's demanding that the freak's hand tape be checked! I'm sure it's loaded!
DT: First sees this...Wait...He's going to his throat! [Crowd pops] This distraction is gonna backfire on Winters...
MN: Wait! No! That's not fair, he can only do that once a match!
DT: Who made that rule?! FIRST WITH THE MIST!! NO!! WINTERS WITH A CHOP TO FIRST'S THROAT! First crumples to the ground...Is that blood or red mist pouring out of First's mouth?! Winters with a cover, Pamela still has the ref tied up...Now Pat Jones sees the pin!
ONE!!
TWO!!
THREE!!! NO! NO!
DT: FIRST KICKED OUT! [Crowd pops!] Winters is irate! He's all over Pat Jones over the speed of that count!
MN: I blame that no good harlot! Winters had First beaten if she hadn't had the ref tied up!
DT: She was interfering on behalf of Winters...You're a joke Neely...Winters now pulling The First to his feet by his hair ["That's it!" Winters yells at the crowd.] Winters hooks The First...GREEN RIVER JUSTICE!! NO!!! FIRST WITH AN INSIDE CRADLE!!!
ONE!!
TWO!!
NO!
DT: Winters kicks out! [Crowd buzzing!] Winters charges back at The First...FIRST WITH A JAWBREAKER!! Winters staggers...DROPS TO ONE KNEE! [Crowd pops!] FIRST OFF THE ROPES WITH A SHINING WIZARD!!
MN: NO!!!
DT: FIRST GOING TO THE OUTSIDE...HE'S UP TOP...CUT THE THREAD!!! NOBODY HOME!!
MN: Whew...That was to close...Come on Winters!
DT: Both men down...Pat Jones giving them the ten count...Winters up first...Winters grabs The First and hooks him...SHORT ARM CLOTHESLINE...FIRST DID A FLIP IN MID AIR!!! WINTERS DOWN FOR THE PIN...HE HOOKS BOTH LEGS!!
ONE!!
TWO!!
THR--NO! NO!!
DT: First rolls the shoulder! [Crowd pops!]...Winters is practically SHAKING with anger...HE SLAPS THE FIRST! [Crowd 'OH!!'] Winters SCREAMING at The First ["Just quit you little freak!"] WAIT FIRST JUMPS UP ON WINTERS SHOULDERS...FIRST GETS HIMSELF SET FOR A VICTORY ROLL!! FIRST HAS WINTERS PINNED!!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THRE--NO! NO!!!
DT: WINTERS OUT AT TWO!! [Crowd groans!] MY GOD THAT WAS CLOSE!
MN: I can't take this!
DT: Winters back to his feet...BIG DROPKICK BY THE FIRST...Winters gets back up but he's on dream street...FIRST OFF THE ROPES WITH A SPEAR!!! HE HOOKS THE LEG!!!
ONE!!!
TWO!!
THREE!!! NO! NO!!!
DT: WINTERS ESCAPES!!! [Crowd buzzing! "First" chant!] First now gets Winters back up and First sets Winters up...SUPLEX! NO! WINTERS LANDS BEHIND FIRST...HE HOOKS HIM IN A FULL NELSON...DRAGON SUPLEX BY WINTERS!! HE BRIDGES!!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!! NO! NO!!!!
DT: FIRST KICKS OUT!!!! [Crowd pops!] Winters pulls First up...A right hand by Winters...BLOCKED BY FIRST! First with a series of right hands! Now First laying in knife edge chops on Winters! Winters is rocked...WINTERS TO ONE KNEE!! [Crowd pops!] The First pointing at the fallen Winters ['Yeah!' First yells at the crowd.] FIRST OFF THE ROPES!!
[Bell rings. Crowd quiets.]
DT: Wait...What?! Pat Jones gets in the way of First as he was about to charge at Winters with that Shining Wizard...What the hell?!
TF: Ladies and Gentlemen...The 15 minute time limit has expired...This bout is a draw...A DRAW!!
[Crowd booing loudly! "Five more minutes!" chant breaks out...The First shaking his head in disbelief hears the chants and starts egging them on.]
DT: These fans want to see this match continue, and I agree with them!
MN: Drop dead...We have time limits for a reason and it's over. The freak had his shot and he blew it!
[Winters, paces around the ring, he hears the chanting and sneers..."Get my belt and a mic" he yells at Pamela. She rushes over to the time keeper and fetches the TV Title belt and a mic for Winters. Winters takes the belt and throws it over his shoulder.]
WINTERS: Three and OH First…THREE AND OH! You couldn’t beat Stevens…couldn’t beat Cruise…and you sure as hell didn’t- [interrupted by the crowd’s chant of “5 more minutes!”] …NO! He doesn’t get five more minutes, he doesn’t get SH[BLEEP]T! You hear that, freak? You get NOTH-ING! I leave the way I came- as the EPW Television Champion! And you’re leavin’ empty handed motherf[BLEEP]ker!
[The First walks over to Winters, takes the mic]
FIRST: Layne...You're right...I didn't beat you...But you didn't beat me...And not taking five more minutes to see who would win...That's a damn shame...
[Crowd goes crazy with a smattering of boos and loose chants asking for more time. Winters grabs back the mic]
WINTERS: You had your fifteen minutes, punk, AND YOU LOST! [Boos, Winters turns to the crowd] Yeah, you heard me, HE LOST! HE BLEW IT! He came to take my belt, I came to retain it…he failed…*I* WON! That’s right, the leader of the New School…ME!...Layne Winters, walks back to that locker room VICTORIOUS!
[Winters sneers at The First and turns to look out side the ring.]
WINTERS: Tony! TONY! [Ring announcer Tony Fatora startles for a moment] ANNOUNCE IT! Make all these people...And this FREAK...HEAR it...Declare me STILL World Television champion! DO IT!
[Crowd booing as Tony Fatora gets to his feet. Winters climbs to the second rope and holds the TV Title in the air. The crowd booing loud!]
TF: This match is a DRAW...And so...STILL EPW World Television Champion..."New School!" LAYNE!!! WINTERS!!!!
[The camera cuts from Winters celebrating in the corner to The First still in the ring, glaring at Winters. First puts his hand to his throat.]
DT: I don't think this is over in First's mind!
MN: Layne, get out of the ring!
DT: Winters hops off the second rope, he sees The First still in the ring and is walking towards him...AND GETS A FACE FULL OF GREEN MIST!!! [Crowd pops!] Winters crashing to the mat, thrashing around in agony...The First now leaving ringside...Winters still laying in the ring clutching his eyes...Pamela coming in to check on him...
[Winters can be heard yelling "Get me water...Get me some friggin' water dammit!" at Pamela.]
DT: Who knows if this is the last we'll see of the issue between Layne Winters and The First...
[Returning from commercial, the footage fades in on Dave Thomas and Mike Neely sitting alone, looking proud and professional at the ringside commentary table.]
DT: Welcome back, ladies and gentlemen, as we draw near the conclusion of tonight’s Aggression!
MN: You mean Jared Wells Appreciation Night!
DT: …right, anything you say, Mike.
MN: Man, it’s GREAT not having Dean here with his BORING wrestling encyclopedia-ness, agreeing to every freaking thing you say. Now that it’s just you and me, it’s as if the playing field’s been leveled! It genuinely feels for the first time in years that I can STEP UP and SAY SOMETHING again!
DT: Mike, just because it’s only you and me doesn’t make half of your notorious babbling any less nonsensical than it already is…
[The arena lights dim to black, and the crowd POPS with anticipation! The opening of “Ladies and Gentlemen” by Saliva chitters in over the PA, and…]
*BOOM!!*
[A BIG red and white pyro EXPLODES over the stage! As the song suddenly BLASTS into a heavy rock beat, a frenetic highlight reel of Marcus Westcott kicking ass in the ring flashes across the Empire-Tron. Tony Fatora, standing in the ring, continues announcing as the eponymous opening lyrics.]
TF: Ladies and gentlemen… welcome to our MAIN EVENT of the evening! Now introducing the first competitor… hailing from Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada… he weighs in at 285 pounds… he is the FORMER EMPIRE PRO WRESTLING WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION… and the CURRENT NUMBER ONE CONTENDER… HE IS…
“THE MECCA”
MMMAAAAARRRRRCCCUUUUSSS WWWEEEESSSSTTTCCCOOOOTTTT!!!!!!
[“The Mecca” Marcus Westcott emerges from the smoke on the stage to a BIG pop from the fans, and proudly makes his way down the rampway. He slaps hands with a few fans on his trip to the ring, but mostly plays it cool.]
DT: The number one contender is now coming to the ring, and it sounds like he’s building some support from the Empire Pro fanbase!
MN: This guy’s the number one contender?! Dang… sometimes I forget. But good thing he’s GOT that support from those idiot fans, because he’s going to NEED IT when he meets the Champ!
DT: Marcus Westcott, a former champ himself, does indeed have a date in the ring with the seemingly unstoppable “Triple X” Sean Stevens, and a win tonight will give him a LOT of momentum going into that title match!
MN: Look, regardless of this so-called “momentum”, Marcus Westcott’s time is over. It died when BEAST died, if you ask me! And I’m NOT ALONE in this opinion!
DT: You’re right… you AREN’T alone in that sentiment, Mike. But I know Westcott is coming out here tonight to prove all of you to be WRONG!
MN: Well, he’s certainly welcome to try…
[Westcott ascends to the apron and plays up a bit for the fans, not really seeming to care as to whether they love him or hate him. He does, in fact, draw some very supportive cheers from the crowd! Moments later, the lazy rhythm of “It Was A Good Day” by Ice Cube begins playing on the PA, and the fans go WILD! On the Empire-Tron, the Anthology logo briefly passes by, the follows with a highlight reel of Jared Wells in the ring and posing cockily for the fans.]
TF: And his opponent… hailing from Baltimore, Maryland… he weighs in at 254 pounds, and is ONE HALF of the EMPIRE PRO TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS… HE IS…
“YOUR DADDY”
JJJJAAAAAARRREEEEDD WWWEEELLLSSSS!!!!!!
[Wells tears the curtain aside and steps out onto the stage to a HUGE ovation from the local fans! He takes a moment playing up to the crowd for a bit before turning around and flexing both arms, where the word “DADDY” is scrawled across the seat of his tights. Around his waist, he proudly bears his EPW World Tag Team Title. Working the crowd, he strides down the ramp, all the while being rained upon by bras thrown from the crowd…]
MN: Man, hear THAT ovation from this hometown crowd!
DT: Wait a sec… we’re in Chicago!
MN: HELLO! EARTH TO DAVE! OF COURSE we’re in Chicago!
DT: But Jared Wells is from Baltimore! How in the hell can CHICAGO be his hometown??
MN: Well… hey, come on! Yeah, he’s FROM Baltimore, but… he still REPRESENTS this city! They’ve been LOYAL to the Bastard Son for many years, so much that he might as well say he was a full-fledged Chicagopher!
DT: “Chicagopher?” Nevermind… so long as he represents the good people of Chicago on this night, over the nefarious crew who call themselves the Anthology. By the way, there’s a bra on your head.
MN: I know, I put it there!
DT: …would you take it off, please? You’re… creeping me out.
[Wells climbs the apron, pumps up to the second rope, and flashes the crowd his signature pose, buffing up and sending strobes of flash photography through the crowd. Young girls and milfs alike SQUEAL around the front row and reach out to touch his physique, but are restrained by a pair of bodyguards being sandwiched between the mob of Wells-worshippers and the guardrail. The music cuts out as Jared dresses down and sets his title aside for the timekeeper. Westcott, meanwhile, paces in a steady circle in his corner like a caged animal.]
DT: Jared Wells has certainly got the attention of this audience here tonight… but look at the intensity we’re seeing in the former champion Marcus Westcott now, even before the match has begun!
MN: He’s going through ANXIETY, Dave. Chicagophers HATE Canuckians!
DT: Bah… well, Mike, however you may see it, I tend to think that Marcus Westcott on proving something here tonight, and Jared Wells Appreciation Night be damned, he’s NOT going to be overlooked!
MN: No, but he WILL be HUMILIATED!
[Senior Referee makes the final checks on both competitors before being assured everything is squared away. Satisfied, he cues for the bell.]
*DING! DING!*
MN: And AWAY WE GO!!
DT: Both men out of their corners, and step right into the opening lock-up! Marcus Westcott, using his impressive STRENGTH, tries to force Wells into the corner… but Wells comes back with his OWN strength and turns it around on the number one contender!
MN: Oh no, DADDY don’t play THAT game! Wells ain’t the biggest cat on the block, but he ain’t quite a LIGHTWEIGHT either!
DT: Here we go, Marcus Westcott slips his arms inside and quickly slaps a hammerlock onto the right arm of Jared Wells! Westcott, using that strong grip to STRAIN the wrist!
MN: BAM! He got an elbow right to the face for that one! Thinks he can target the ARMS, can he!? Daddy don’t play THAT game EITHER! Here goes Wells into the ropes…
DT: Westcott slaps the feeling in his face and comes back to his senses… now he braces himself for a RUNNING SHOULDER BLOCK—OH MAN! The COLLISION sends both men to the mat!
MN: An action is always met with a greater or equal reaction. I think Albert Einstein said that.
DT: Try Newton, Mike… Wells and Westcott up at the same time… Marcus going for another tie-up, but Jared catches him with a boot to the gut! Wells hooks him for the suplex… no wait, Westcott is FIGHTING IT! Westcott looking to REVERSE!!
MN: But Wells is fighting THAT, too! Westcott has no choice but to break off and step back! Man, it’s BEAUTIFUL! Westcott thinks he can superman his way through this match just because of how BIG and BUFF he is, but Jared is proving he’s no SLOUCH in the brawn department!
DT: Both men a bit hesitate for a moment as they look the over with calculating focus. No doubt, they’re realizing they are almost at equal levels of strength and need a different approach to defeating their opponent other than overpowering them!
MN: Fortunately for Jared, he’s got an advantage in BRAINS! And with that… he’s got BALLS! Here, THIS is what I’m talking about! Wells putting his hand into the air and nodding his head!
DT: Oh boy… another damned Clash of the Titans… but the crowd WANTS TO SEE IT HAPPEN, and Westcott is locking hands with Wells and going for it! Both men CHALLENGING each other’s limits as they try to push the other over!
MN: WELLS IS WINNING! WELLS IS WINNING!
DT: …no, Mike, he’s drifting BACK! WESTCOTT is winning this face-off! Wells visibly TREMORING as he is bent further and further back on his knees, and Westcott doesn’t seem to be RELENTING!
MN: Oh damn, COME ON, Jared! Didn’t you remember the juice this morning?!
DT: Let’s not get into that, Mike… Wells only INCHES above the mat now, but… wait, Wells RISING… Westcott suddenly looking WORRIED as the strength of JARED WELLS works its way back up, and both men are right where they started!
MN: But NOT for LONG! WELLS putting WESTCOTT over now!
DT: At least you’ve got it right this time… both men, deadlocked in a duel of brawn, and now the number one contender having to DIG DEEP to prevent himself from being driven back any further!
MN: OH!! Wells just KNEED HIM in the side! That was PERFECT! And it was just what he needed to set Westcott up for a NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX!!
DT: Wells BRIDGES for the PIN!
ONE!
TWO!
And Westcott kicks out! A sneaky tactic from Wells, but not enough to keep the number one contender down for the three!
MN: Bah, that wasn’t sneaky… Wells was just getting BORED. Westcott and boredom go hand in hand.
DT: Oh man, Wells beginning to STOMP Westcott on the mat before he has the chance to even stand up! So what does Wells go hand in hand with? Kicking you while you’re down??
MN: Actually, he’s synonymous with EXPERIENCE and CRAFTINESS… trains of thought that furball could NEVER reach on his own mental power!
DT: Wells dragging Westcott to the ropes, and setting the number one contender over the bottom rope… and PRESSING his FOOT DOWN onto his BACK! He’s CHOKING THE LIFE out of Marcus Westcott while he POSES SMUGLY for his fans! You call that CRAFTINESS?!
MN: He’s WINNING, ain’t he?!
DT: Wells finally steps off of Westcott as Pat Jones reaches the count of four… the referee, giving him a stern warning, but Wells blows him off and now brings the number one contender back to his feet… NO! Westcott bites back with a SHORT-ARM CLOTHESLINE!
MN: Now how in the hell did he do that?!
DT: We can’t forget that Marcus Westcott is a FORMER World Champion, Mike, and capable of some very amazing feats! Westcott beckoning Wells back onto his feet, and up comes the Bastard Son… and walks right into a SCOOP SLAM from the number one contender! He’s getting this crowd back on HIS side!
MN: Bah, those fickle morons! Daddy’s in a tight spot, but hey, that’s nothing new to HIM, if you get my drift! Westcott bringing him back to his feet… no, Wells just suddenly TACKLES HIM to the mat! Looks like HE’S capable of some amazing feats himself!
DT: This back and forth action continues as Wells mounts the chest of Marcus Westcott and LETS HIM HAVE IT! The fans of Chicago showing their SUPPORT for Jared Wells as he POUNDS AWAY at the face of the number one contender! But wait, Westcott BLOCKS, and pops Wells OFF with a quick counter!
MN: DAMN that tricky Transformers-worshipping caveman! Wells getting off now—oh crap, WESTCOTT GOT HIS ARM and slaps on a WRIST TWIST!!
DT: That’s an ARMBAR, Mike!
MN: WHATEVER, I happen to think “Wrist Twist” sounds better! At least it RHYMES!
DT: Wells in reach of the ropes, and he doesn’t waste a SECOND getting that bottom rope and forcing Westcott to break the hold! Westcott wants to work those arms and strip some of the strength out of Wells’ gameplan, but thus far, he hasn’t found the opportunity to get his licks in!
MN: Hopefully, he NEVER will! Fuzzball back up… and Wells on his feet as well, telling the fans its no sweat!
DT: Wait now, Wells makes the mistake of turning his back on Westcott… here comes MARCUS with the ROLL-UP FROM BEHIND!
ONE!
TWO!
And Wells kicks out! Maybe in the future, he should pay less attention to his fans and more on his opponent!
MN: BAH! Westcott thought he could sneak away with it there, but there was NO way he was going to fool Wells with that one! Believe me… DADDY’S got it covered!
DT: Would you STOP calling him DADDY!
MN: Westcott up, but BAM!! He walks right into a BACK ELBOW from Wells! Westcott left REELING, and Jared just measures him and—
*SMACK!!*
Crowd: WOOO!!
MN: HYOOGE knife-edge chop to the chest of the number one contender!
DT: The tag champion Wells is using his brawling skills to pull ahead! Now he grabs the hurt Westcott by the arm… and lays a KNEE into those ribs! THERE’S A SECOND, and Westcott doubles-over!
MN: Wells with the hook around the waist… THROWS WESTCOTT TO THE MAT with a GUTWRENCH SUPLEX!!
DT: Westcott holding his midsection after the impact, but Wells moves ahead, hooking the legs for the cover!
ONE!
TWO!
And Westcott KICKS OUT! Now can he come back?
MN: NO DICE! Westcott EATS a boot from Jared, and gets an ELBOW DROP buried into his CHEST for good measure! Wells is just going to PUMMEL HIM into the canvas from this point on!
DT: Wells bringing the number one contender to his feet… no, throwing him into the TURNBUCKLE!! OH!! Marcus Westcott went between the second and third ropes and his shoulder collided with the steel ring post!
MN: ZING!!
DT: Westcott in a WORLD of pain right now, but Jared Wells keeps up the pressure… now he’s setting the number one contender into the tree of woe! Walking a distance up the ropes now… what does Wells have planned here?
MN: Something BIG, I hope! Jared Wells, bouncing OFF THE SECOND ROPE—OH MAN!! And he just KICKS IN Westcott’s crooked Canadian teeth with a MISSILE DROPKICK!! There’s still a bit of the ol’ high-flyer in Jared Wells after all!
DT: Wells has these Chicago fans PUMPED and ROWDY, and now he makes the COVER!
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT by Westcott! The number one contender is still hanging in there, but Jared Wells is DEFINITELY proving here tonight that he himself is a force to be reckoned with!
MN: That was his point from the get-go, Dave! And it only gets worse from here on out for Marky-Mark… here’s Wells, bringing him back to his feet—wait, WHAT HAPPENED?!
DT: WESTCOTT WITH THE SWEEP! Wells didn’t see that coming, and now Westcott looking for an ANKLE LOCK!
MN: THAT CRAFTY CANUCK!! Wells just KICKS him away, and rightly so!
DT: Westcott’s potential turn-around just got cut short, and now Wells scrambles to his feet… Westcott looking to grapple, but he gets PLASTERED with a hard European uppercut by Jared Wells! The veteran brawler and Tag Team Champion isn’t giving the number one contender a SECOND to even recuperate!
MN: He’s the kind of man that goes right for the THROAT! Westcott reeling like a fool… and Wells holds his head down… there’s a FOREARM SHOT to the back, and The Wrestler Formerly Known As Beast drops to his knees!
DT: Wells takes ahold of Westcott… lifts him UP—AND BACK DOWN ACROSS THE KNEE with the RIBBREAKER!! Westcott’s taking all that damage to the body, and it could affect his conditioning as this match lingers on! But Jared Wells is showing no signs of slowing!
MN: No slowing down at this point, Dave! Jared Wells is in the main event, and fully prepared to show that he can fight on ANY level! Wells running to the turnbuckle… up to the second rope… PUMPS THE GUNS FOR THE FANS…
DT: Oh my…
MN: Wells OFF THE TURNBUCKLE with the FLYING ELBOW… and he NAILS IT!! Marcus Westcott took all of that right into the STERNUM!
DT: Wells is riding high with every successful strike! Here he goes for the cover once again!
ONE!
TWO!
TH—KICKOUT! Westcott’s NOT OUT OF THIS YET, and many fans in the audience are HAPPY to see this match continue!
MN: Well yeah, watching Jared make a buffoon out of Westcott IS pretty entertaining…
DT: I’d rather think they were entertained by this MATCH as these two competitors continue to give their all in this exhibition main event for THEIR satisfaction! Jared Wells still maintains control of the action… now he’s bringing the number one contender to his feet. Westcott gets WHIPPED to the corner… and he CONNECTS HARD!
MN: Alright, here we GO… Wells charging after him… GOING FOR THE BIG SPLASH—AAAAH, WHAT THE CRAP?!
DT: Westcott JUMPED OUT OF THE WAY, and Wells got a good MOUTHFUL of that top turnbuckle! The Tag Team Champion staggering out of the corner… WHOOOAAA MAN, HE JUST GOT PLASTERED WITH A SPINEBUSTER FROM WESTCOTT! WHERE DID THAT COME FROM?!
MN: That’s IMPOSSIBLE! Westcott’s been getting HAMMERED all this time! He should be OUT FOR THE COUNT by now!
DT: You forget that Marcus Westcott is a VERY resilient competitor, Mike! He can take UNTOLD amounts of punishment and come back for more! You just know Sean Stevens is watching this match closely in the back, likely wondering how FAR he’ll have to go keep the number one contender from claiming his title!
MN: Fat chance of THAT happening! Wells is a tad dazed on the mat right now, but I assure you, loyal listeners, he is NOT OUT! Not by a LONGSHOT! Oh sure, Marcus Westcott might be hooking the legs right now… but this is ALL a part of Jared Wells’ strategy!
DT: OH MAN!! Westcott flips Wells to the mat with a SLINGSHOT!!
MN: AH… uh, but I assure you all, that Well is STILL in full control of what is happening! This is just all part of the show!
DT: Nobody’s buying it, Mike. Marcus Westcott still has ahold of the legs of Jared Wells… locks them in place, and bridges over with the STF! SUBMISSION ATTEMPT made by the number one contender!
MN: OH MAN… something’s gone WRONG here! Marcus Westcott has some sort of inverted back-to-back CHINLOCK applied! Jared Wells could be in a REAL pickle here!
DT: I’LL say! The former champion STRAINING that hold with EXPERT precision and form, and Jared Wells looks to be in a LOT of hurt! Wells reaching out for the ropes, but it’s NOWHERE in sight!
MN: Damnit… that idiot WESTCOTT couldn’t have picked a worse place!
DT: But all the BETTER for him! Wait a second… Wells trying to shift his weight and roll Westcott off balance! Marcus is trying to hold it in place, but Wells is putting up a TOUGH STRUGGLE!! Westcott CAN’T HANG ON!!
MN: WOOHOO!! Wells breaks FREE!
DT: Wells trying to get out from under Westcott, but the number one contender STILL has that leg! Westcott with a KNEE CRUSHER!!
MN: AAAH, that hurt just looking at it! Wells NEEDS that knee for when he’s pleasing all these Chicagopher MILFS tonight!
DT: Westcott appears methodically working the limbs of Wells, specifically the legs on which the Tag Team Champion stands! If he couldn’t manage in the power game, I suppose he’ll make do with SUBMISSIONS! Here he is again with Wells’ weakened leg… hooking it now for a HALF CRAB!!
MN: DAMN!! Wells is getting MAULED in there! But nevertheless, he isn’t showing signs of GIVING UP! The ref asking if he’ll submit, and Wells just tells him “STEP BACK, JACK!!”
DT: He didn’t say that, Mike…
MN: Well that’s what he WOULD’VE said if he wasn’t in EXCRUCIATING PAIN, Dave!! But what’s important here is that Jared is FIGHTING that pain! Westcott’s putting everything he’s got, but Wells is NOT giving in!
DT: Wells is trying to drag himself to the ropes… Westcott’s digging his HEELS into the canvas to prevent him from getting any further! Jared Wells is doing EVERYTHING he can to touch those ropes, but I think the trained poise of “The Mecca” isn’t going to BUDGE!!
MN: By ZEUS’ BEARD, Wells is TRAPPED! But nevertheless, he won’t GIVE UP! Westcott’s finally REALIZING this… and MERCIFULLY, he releases the hold and allows Jared Wells to drop to the mat and catch a breather!
DT: That leg of Jared Wells can’t be doing well as he holds it… but now we’re beginning to see the killer instinct in Marcus Westcott, looming over Wells and STOMPING AWAY at that leg! Westcott’s doing everything he can to leave his opponent maimed and vulnerable!
MN: Oh man… the biggest crime that is occurring right now is that the more punishment Jared Wells takes, the fewer ladies he’ll be able to PLEASE tonight! But hey, maybe he’ll personally ask ME to help him take up some of the leg work!
DT: Only in your wildest dreams, Mike! Back to the action in the ring… Westcott stalking the blind spot of Jared Wells as the Tag Team Champion attempts to rise to his feet with the help of the ropes!
MN: LOOK OUT, JARED!!
DT: I think he’s TOO LATE!! Wells pivoting around… and Westcott NABS HIM the instant he turns to face him, lifting him by that leg and DRIVING HIM TO THE MAT WITH A CRADLE SUPLEX!!
MN: OH MAN, I never even knew that move EXISTED!!
DT: Wells in PHENOMENAL pain, and perhaps PHENOMENAL shame, as Westcott goes for the COVER!
ONE!!
TWO!!
NO!! Jared Wells kicks out!
MN: PHEW!! Admittedly, my heart skipped a beat there… but of COURSE, I shouldn’t be too quick to forget that this is just ALL part of the show—masterfully constructed by JARED WELLS, of course!
DT: Right, whatever helps you sleep at night, Mike…
MN: Five shots of Scotch and half a ladder, thank you very much!
DT: Too much info on Mike Neely’s personal life… back to the action! Westcott is still in control of the match… depending on who you ask, of course. The number one contender has Jared Wells back on his feet… and there he whips him to the ropes! Wells is running a tad SLOW on that weakened leg of his…
MN: …but maybe that’s a GOOD thing as Westcott telegraphs a back body drop! Wells grabs him by the head—AND DROPS HIM WITH A SWINGING NECKBREAKER!!
DT: OH MY!! Could Jared Wells be turning it around on Marcus Westcott?! We saw the number one contender have a difficult time earlier in this match when the Tag Team Champion was allowed to gain momentum!
MN: Oh yeah, it’s going to be a DIFFICULT time for him for sure! Wells on his feet… running into the ropes with the grace of a MONGOOSE!!
DT: A mongoose with GLUE on its paws, if you ask me! Wells on the rebound… but Marcus Westcott catches him with a BIIIIG POWERSLAM!! OH MAN, they could FEEL THAT up in the NOSEBLEED SECTION, I’m sure!
MN: Ah man… Jared Wells is SO off his game right now! I think its because Marcus Westcott has bored this crowd into SILENCE!!
DT: I don’t know what you’re talking about, Mike… it seems to me like Marcus Westcott’s got quite a bit of them on his side here tonight!
MN: Yeah, I don’t actually hear any of them…
DT: Westcott’s beginning to DOMINATE Jared Wells in that ring! Wells groggily trying to get to his feet, but Westcott is right there behind him… the number one contender has him by the waist… SLAMS HIM TO THE MAT WITH THE GERMAN SUPLEX!! HE BRIDGES THE PIN!!
ONE!!
TWO!!
TH—NO!! Wells managed to kick out! He’s hanging in there by the skin of his teeth!
MN: Oh, BARELY, Dave! That was CLEARLY a TWO point ZERO ZERO ONE SECOND count! I had it measured PERFECTLY in my head! Wells is back on his feet with the help of the ropes…
DT: But now he’s being STALKED by the Marcus Westcott… here comes Westcott—WITH THE GORE!! OH NO!! WELLS SLIPPED OUT OF THE RING as soon as he saw him coming! He knew EXACTLY what would have happened if he had been half a second too late!
MN: Yeah! Marcus Westcott would have been in SERIOUS trouble then!
DT: Westcott stepping up to the ropes—but Wells reaches in, takes him by the ankle, and TRIPS HIM! Oh no, Wells dragging Westcott to the outside, and now he’s BRAWLING WITH HIM in the ringside area!
MN: YEAH, HERE WE GO!! Wells throwing some SERIOUS RIGHTS AND LEFTS, and Westcott doesn’t know HOW to defend himself! He’s fighting on the level of a scrapper and CAN’T STAND on his own two feet!
DT: Let’s not be HASTY here, Mike! Westcott’s hair being manhandled by Wells while senior official Pat Jones tells the competitors to get back in the ring! The Tag Team champion is leading him to the GUARDRAIL! Wells driving Westcott FACE-FIRST—NO!! Westcott got the LEG UP!! The number one contender drives JARED WELLS FACE-FIRST INTO THE GUARDRAIL INSTEAD!!
MN: Oh WHAT the HELL?! Jared Wells should be turning this thing AROUND by now! Westcott’s taking him by the arm… no, not the whip into the STEEL STEPS!! Oh my God, he’s GOING FOR IT—NO WAIT!! WELLS REVERSES!!
*CRASH!!*
DT: OH MY!! Marcus Westcott just went VIOLENTLY into those steel steps! But perhaps the damage has already been done to Jared Wells, who appears to have a slight cut on his brow thanks to that introduction to the guard rail…
MN: Oh, THAT little thing?! That ain’t ANYTHING! It was totally worth Jared getting an up-close glimpse of that front-row hottie’s CLEAVAGE! Besides, chicks dig scars…
DT: Wells rolling Westcott back into the ring as Pat Jones reaches seven… plenty of time left on the clock, but neither man is willing to risk being counted out for no good reason at this point! Here’s Wells, draping the arm across the chest of Marcus Westcott!!
ONE!!
TWO!!
THR—OH, AND WESTCOTT KICKS OUT!! The audience is GOING WILD as this match continues!
MN: Oh man… I think it’s about time Jared put this one AWAY, if you ask me! Wells bringing Westcott to his feet—wait, Westcott GETS ALL TANGLED UP and they ROLL OVER TOGETHER!!
DT: That’s a SMALL PACKAGE BY WESTCOTT!!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE—OH, BUT A NEAR KICKOUT by Wells! Westcott almost STOLE IT right there! And Wells promptly delivers a HARD KICK to the ribs as soon as he’s back on his feet for THAT near upset!
MN: Yeah, REMEMBER THAT FEELING, you furry punk?!
DT: Wells continues with the stomps… but WAIT! Westcott CATCHES HIM by the leg! Westcott BACK TO HIS FEET, and he’s got the SAME LEG he was working on before!
MN: OH MAN!! Westcott DROPS Jared with a weird twisty thing!
DT: That was clearly a Dragon Screw, Mike! Does Dean have to be here ALL the time to explain wrestling to you?
MN: SHH!! Let’s speak no more of Dean… right now, Jared Wells may have agitated that leg again, because he appears to be holding it while on the mat! I’m certain he’s just FAKING, though… to give his opponent the impression that he might actually be doing some damage!
DT: If that’s an act, then give Jared Wells the Oscar! Because if he isn’t playing possum now, then he’s going to be in SERIOUS TROUBLE, as Marcus Westcott stalks him for THE GORE!! Wells has his BACK TURNED TO HIM!!
MN: Don’t turn around, Jared… whatever you do, DON’T TURN AROUND!!
DT: Westcott CHARGES—OH MY GOD, HE GORES OUT THE BACK OF JARED WELLS’ LEGS!! THE TAG TEAM CHAMPION JARED WELLS was just sent FLIPPING THROUGH THE AIR like a RAG DOLL!!
MN: ACK!! NOBODY TOLD ME they were going to be using WIRES in this match! That looked like some SERIOUS John Woo stuff!
DT: Jared Wells could have been completely DEBILITATED as Marcus Westcott put the brunt of that impact into his weak point… and now Westcott’s moving forward! Westcott taking ahold of both legs and FLIPPING OVER for the JACKNIFE PIN!!
ONE!!
TWO!!
THREE—NO!! WELLS KICKS OUT!! He ALMOST didn’t have the leg strength for that!
MN: Oh NOOOO, Dave, you’ve got the wrong idea! He’s just trying to make it seem dramatic!
DT: The fans are going wild now as Marcus Westcott CONTINUES to wear down those legs of the Tag Team Champion! Westcott setting Wells into a REVERSE FIGURE FOUR—HE COULD GE GOING FOR THE JUDAS CRADLE!!
MN: But Jared’s not going to LET THAT HAPPEN!! Wells is twisting around and delivering some HARD FOREARMS to the exposed head of Marcus Westcott while he has a clear shot at it, and a HARD ONE across the ear knocks him back! Talk about getting DENIED!! Absolutely NOBODY makes a ***** out of DADDY!
DT: Westcott, still determined to PUT THIS ONE AWAY! He’s got Wells back on his feet and he’s putting on the pump-handle hold! Wells lifted UP—NO WAIT! HE SLIPS DOWN HIS BACK!!
MN: Westcott can’t react in time! Wells LIFTS HIM UP and SLAMS HIM with a BACK SUPLEX!! OH YEAH, baby! Daddy’s STILL in this!
DT: But nevertheless, looking a bit HURT as he makes it to his feet! Those legs looked like they were about to BUCKLE!
MN: Jared Wells knows how to draw emotion from a crowd… unlike WESTCOTT, just now rising to his feet! There goes Jared into the ropes… WHO-HO-HOA MAN, Wells damn well nearly CLOBBERED HIS HEAD OFF with a SPINNING POLISH HAMMER!!
DT: Westcott HITS THE MAT, and HE IS OUT!! Wells LOOKING FOR THE COVER, AND THE WIN!!
ONE!!
TWO!!
THRE—OH NO, Westcott KICKED OUT! I was SURE he was unconscious!
MN: That THICK SKULL of his must be protecting him! But DADDY’S the MASTER of thickness and ply! Jared Wells looking to put this match away now, as he brings the so-called number one contender to his feet… there’s the WHIP to the corner, and Westcott CONNECTS!!
DT: Westcott STILL looking bleary from that big shot to the head… here comes WELLS—JARED WELLS LANDS THE BIG SPLASH!! MY GOD, Marcus Westcott just got CRUSHED in the corner!
MN: Listen to those fans NOW, Dave! They’re HOT for Jared Wells! And Wells is GIVING THEM a fight they’ll long remember! Wells bringing Marcus Westcott up to the TOP ROPE now! It’s time to go ALL OUT! It’s time to FINISH THIS thing and lay claim to some of that fresh BOOTY out in the front row!
DT: Oh my, potentially HIGH RISK MANUEVER COMING UP! Wells trying to HOOK the arms of Marcus Westcott, but… he doesn’t have the LEG POWER to lift him off the turnbuckle! Wait, now Westcott is FIGHTING BACK!!
MN: OH NO!! JARED WELLS is HANGING ON FOR DEAR LIFE lest he fall from the turnbuckle! But he’s not BACKING DOWN!! YES!! HE BLOCKS one from Westcott, and BAM!! A BIG forearm reminds EVERYBODY who’s the BOSS of this match!
DT: Westcott stunned now, but can Wells manage to get him over? Wait a second, he’s hooking the arms… I THINK HE’S GOING FOR IT!!
MN: OH YEAH!! OH BABY!! BELLY-TO-BELLY SUPLEX FROM THE TOP ROPE!! THAT WAS BEAUTIFUL!! THAT WAS TEXTBOOK JARED WELLS!!
DT: What a TREMENDOUS thing to witness! Marcus Westcott is lying sprawled out and unmoving on the mat, and Jared Wells is slow to get over to him, on account of his legs being in PHENOMENAL pain! To be fair folks, after taking a GORE to the back of his KNEES, I’m surprised he’s able to move at ALL! NOW he drapes the arm across the chest of WESTCOTT! Is this IT?!
ONE!!
TWO!!
THREE—OH MY GOD, WESTCOTT KICKED OUT!! SOME HOW… SOME WAY… Marcus Westcott is taking ALL this punishment and coming back for more!
MN: BAH, I CAN’T BELIEVE IT!! Well, it’s time for Jared Wells to do something he obviously WON’T come back from! DADDY bringing the number one contender and ancient champion of Empire Pro to his feet… and bending him BACKWARDS!! Jared Wells is going for THE RAGE BOMB!! HE LIFTS WESTCOTT UP—
DT: BUT HIS LEGS CAVE IN!! He couldn’t HOLD HIM UP LONG ENOUGH!!
MN: WHAAT?!
DT: Marcus Westcott ROLLS FORWARD, and Wells gets TANGLED WITH HIM—wait, WESTCOTT ENDING UP ON TOP with the LEGS HOOKED!! WHAT A ROLL-UP!!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
TTHHRREEE!!! Marcus Westcott has DONE IT!!
DT: AAAAAaaaahhh, DAMNIT!!
*DING! DING! DING!*
[The fans POP LOUDLY as “Ladies and Gentlemen” plays over the PA and Westcott rolls off of Jared Wells, looking exhausted and hardly capable of staying conscious. Wells shoots up immediately, but suddenly realizes he’s too late, and SLAPS the mat in frustration!]
TF: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner by pinfall… “THE MECCA”… MMMAAARRRCCCCUUUSSSSS WWWEEESSSTTTCCCOOOOOOOTTTT!!!!!
DT: A BIG WIN for the number one contender Marcus Westcott as he walks into RUSSIAN ROULETTE to fight the WORLD CHAMPION for the belt!
MN: Oh, HE GOT LUCKY tonight, Dave! OBVIOUSLY, Jared Wells GAVE him that win to give him that little EGO BOOST he needs going into the most important match of his career! That’s why Jared Wells is THE MAN!
DT: Jared Wells certainly DID put up a challenge worthy of this main event here tonight! He put up a VERY REMARKABLE effort and made this entire match one, long, grueling back and force clash of super powers! He was CLOSE, but… unfortunately not quick enough for the poise and innovative excellence of “THE MECCA”!!
[Westcott painfully makes it back to his feet and allows his arm to be raised by Pat Jones as his name is announced to the crowd, earning a BIG FACE POP in return. He smiles and appears proud and confident celebrating his main event victory alone in the ring. Jared Wells, having exited to the ringside area, comically grieves his loss, and makes his way to the coddling ringside female fans to seek comfort. It becomes obvious that the entire capacity crowd is CHEERING, for BOTH competitors.]
MN: Oh yeah… no kind of ass like SYMPATHY ASS! I suppose THAT was his angle all along!
DT: I have the feeling Jared Wells will move on from this disappointment and remember the, uh, “finer points in life.” But right now, the moment belongs to the triumphant NUMBER ONE CONTENDER! He had a HELL of a match tonight and put up one HELL of a fight to earn the victory! The question now is… will it be enough to defeat the CHAMPION, “Triple X” Sean Stevens??
MN: Well, why don’t we ask him! He’s coming down the ramp now!
DT: Mike, I was just posing a rhetorical—OH, BUT SEAN STEVENS IS COMING DOWN THE RAMP!! STEVENS IN THE RING, and HE HAS HIS BELT!! LOOK OUT, Marcus!!
*CRACK!!*
Crowd: BOOOOOOO!!!!
[The camera catches a shot of Jared Wells on the far side of the ring area, arms draped around and among several fans of the female persuasion where he sees Stevens clock Westcott and laughs.]
MN: HA HA, OH YEAH!! What a PERFECT WAY to ruin that idiot’s party! The World Heavyweight Champion “TRIPLE X” SEAN STEVENS just ran into the ring and CLOCKED that so-called number one contender IN THE FACE with his very title! That will be the CLOSEST Marcus Westcott ever gets to THAT belt AGAIN!
DT: What a DISGRACEFUL and INSULTING ACT by “TRIPLE X” SEAN STEVENS!! The World Champion, sending a MESSAGE to his future opponent as he stands victoriously in the ring! Will Marcus Westcott AVENGE this insult at Russian Roulette?!
MN: Not a CHANCE! This is simply a sign of things to come!
DT: Ladies and gentlemen, we are OUT OF TIME tonight! Many things occurred tonight, and it will no doubt all come to a HEAD at our Pay Per View event! Don’t forget to join us LIVE for RUSSIAN ROULETTE to see how it all comes down! For Mike Neely, and Dean Matthews, who unfortunately could not be with us for most of this show, I’m Dave Thomas… GOOD NIGHT!
[“King Back” triumphantly booms through the PA as “Triple X” Sean Stevens, smugly holding his title, stands over the fallen body of “The Mecca” Marcus Westcott, looking cocky and triumphant in the wake of his actions. The fans BOO LOUDLY as they watch this. The camera fades to the EPW logo…]
[EPW World Heavyweight Champion, SEAN 'TRIPLE X' STEVENS stood defiantly over the fallen body of number one contender to the EPW title, Marcus Westcott, as referee's, EMT's, and security rushed to his aid.]
"If there was ever any doubt, let it be known."
[Ten Minutes earlier:
Sweat dripped down the face of number one contender Marcus Westcott, as he gasped for air in an effort to gather his second wind. He and Jared Wells had just faced off in the ring, and both were worse for wear. Despite how they felt about them personally, the fans appreciated a good, hard fought match, and showed their appreciation by tearing the roof off of the building.]
V/O: You breathe because I'm friendly. You exist because I allow it.
But, just as God giveth...
[Five Minutes Later:
Westcott made his way up the ramp, acknowledging a group of fans chanting his name with a cool nod. He approached the curtain with his guard down, hardly expecting to have his lights turned out by a vicious Superkick, that saw him hit the pavement like a sack of bricks.]
[One Minute Later:
Jared Wells made his way through the curtain, having spent a little extra time with his “fans” at ringside… only to be met with the same fate – his at the hand of a kick to the stomach, and a X-Terminator on the unprotected floor.
He held his jaw in agony, and his rolled around in an effort to ease the pain, while Westcott laid unconscious.]
V/O: “... God taketh away.”
[FWD: To the present ... Lindsay Troy looks on, as JASON 'THE STALKER' REEVES appears out of the shadows, admiring his friend's work, as they both exit the arena together, into Stevens' awaiting 2009 Ferrari 250 Testarossa, speeding off into the night.]
V/O: I am your champion, I am your leader, and I am your King. Cherish me, honor me, bow down, and worship me the ground that I walk on. Because if you challenge me, if you rise up against me, if you disobey me, or try to overrule me? ...I will destroy the lives of you and your loved ones, systematically breaking you down… until you cease to exist.