Empire Pro Aggression

[CUEUP: Today Was a Good Day by Ice Cube]

[PYRO goes off all over the arena as Jared Wells walks out to the front entrance and stops. He is wearing a black & white Armani suit, hair spiked and styled with one half of the EPW Tag Title over his shoulder. Holds up one half of the EPW tag title with a big smile on his face. He makes his way down to the ring, grabs the mic and stands in the middle of the ring to a chorus of BOOS]

JARED WELLS: You know since Russian Roulette I haven't been seen or heard. It would be easy for me to come out here and talk about how Larry Tact and myself DOMINATED the tag team gig at Russian Roulette thanks to Lindsay Troy. Forget Dan Ryan, Big Dog, and Jungle Storm..........

HOPE.

HOPE is the feeling that what is wanted can be had or that events will turn out for the best. Layne Winters, Anarky, The First, and Shawn Hart believe this and so does the EPW.

When all is lost. You have lost everything. You are down and depressed and buried under ground mentally. The word that keeps you going......HOPE. Always HOPE for better things. Many people have told me HOPE can drive you insane. They can think what they want. They say if you stay strong inside, you can get through anything thanks to HOPE.

I don't believe in HOPE.

HOPE is the denial of reality. It is the carrot dangled before the draft horse to keep him plodding along in a vain attempt to reach it. I happen to be the carrot dangler of you four F[BLEEP]KS. HOPE will be the the first step on the road to dissapointment. Line is in the sand now, you ready to dance?

Violence is the second best thing in the world to me, right after F[BLEEP]KING. Anarky, all of the sudden you've waken from your dry spell of S[BLEEP]T this past year. Recite me a poem will you 'NARK old friend? If I can recall you chastised me throughout the year about needing friends around. Here we are today 'NARK, you old hypocrite you. You complained the entire year and now your finding yourself doing the exact same thing. I'm a firm believer your career has gone impotent and now you rely strictly on HOPE. Good luck, because your decision making as of late has had my penis gone soft.

Layne Winters is the golden child of HOPE. Christ, even roaches have kids. Layne Winters, as much as I hate to admit it, but you really remind me a lot of myself. But I'm sorry to inform you that the simple EGO-F[BLEEP]K among your new found brothers will kill your career. Your the mother F[BLEEP]KER on the bottom of HOPE who has to cook for all the guys. Your the guy that has to cut out all the Victoria Secret coupons for Shawn Hart. 'Nark is going to need to lay down on the couch and wants you to sit in a chair impersonating Dr. Phil. When The First wants a back rub, BY GOD YOU WILL GIVE HIM ONE!

Shawn Hart, you really didn't surprise me one bit here on your decision to shack with these guys. You've already said that Anthology will suffer night in and night out. Pal, I was suffering since day one when you joined Anthology. You think I really want to hang out with a guy that wears clear heels at night? Enjoy the Intercontinental title reign and when the time comes for me to bust you up, if you still have that title I'll have no problem snatching it right out of your prancing ass.

[Jared then stares at the crowd and makes sure his title is firmly resting on his shoulder]

The leader of the bunch of misfits, The First. It would only make sense wouldn't it? Old poppa First sitting in the rocking chair with his children telling them to grab one toy and get back to the carpet. Who is your daddy and what does he do? Jared Wells is and I do just about anything I want. Much like your bromosexual group, you now are put in a position in the EPW to do whatever it takes. Another hypocrite of the bunch.

ANTHOLOGY took years to plan, group, and build. HOPE is nothing more than a premature ejaculation to us and the entire world will find out soon enough. HURRY UP PULL OUT! PULL OUT!! PULL OUT!!

Later tonight, Anthology is coming out to the ring and one more time… we’re gonna do what we always do – MAKE AN IMPACT.

[Jared throws the mic out of the ring onto the outside walking away from taunting fans]

EPW Television Championship
"New School" Layne Winters (c) vs. "The Dopesmoker" Erik Black

[Bell rings. After a beat MUSIC UP: “Holy Mountain” by Sleep hits, the crowd buzzing as “The Dopesmoker” Erik Black makes his way to the ring, wearing loose fitting black pants, and moccasins. Black holds a bong in his hands as he walks to the ring, his Empire Tron Video and lightshow are a bunch of crazy spiraling lights and colors.]

TF: The following contest is set for one fall, with a 15 minute time limit and it is for the EPW WORLD…TELEVISION…CHAMPIONSHIP…Currently making his way to the ring, hailing from Indianapolis Indiana…Weighing in at 216 pounds…Here is the CHALLENGER…”THE DOPESMOKER!!” ERIK!! BLACK!!! [Crowd cheers as Black kicks off his moccasins and hands the bong to a ring attendant.]

DT: Erik Black, having decided to make a go of it as a singles wrestler here in EPW has now found himself with a chance at bringing home some gold, as tonight he’s got a shot at the World Television Championship.

DM: Black and his partner Ivan Dalkichev never did manage to re-capture the EPW World Tag Team Titles after being the first ever tag champions. Tonight he seeks to end that title drought and bring home the TV title.

[Black’s music fades out, and then after a moment MUSIC UP: “I don’t know anything” by Mad Season hits. Layne Winters steps out from the curtain to a loud mixed reaction. He doesn’t react at all to the crowd as he makes his way to the ring. Winters wearing dark green trunks, knee pads, boots, and a black “This is the New School” T-Shirt. The EPW World Television Title strapped around his waist.]

TF: And his opponent…Hailing from Seattle, Washington…Weighing in at 249 pounds…Representing HOPE…Here is the EPW World Television Champion…”NEW SCHOOL!” LAYNE! WINTERS!

[Another loud reaction from the crowd as Winters takes off his T-shirt and then the belt. He holds onto the belt for a few moments before finally handing it over to Pat Jones, Jones shows the belt to the camera before handing it off to the time keeper, and then calling for the bell.]

DT: And we’re underway for the EPW World TV Title…Erik Black and Layne Winters and Winters with a bull rush sends Black into a corner…Winters with a quick series of knees to the gut as Pat Jones calls for a break…Winters whips Black to the corner and FOLLOWS WITH A BIG CLOTHESLINE!

DM: Say what you will about Layne Winters, the man is a fighting champion, ever since he’s won the EPW World Television Title he’s defended it every week, a time limit draw with The First and two wins over Copycat have proven that the Dean of the New School is for real.

MN: He was cool before he sold himself out joining up with these HOPE morons…Now well, to hell with him.

DT: Winters pulls Black out of the corner…He hooks Black…ELEVATES HIM…BACK SUPLEX! He held the Dopesmoker in the air for a good while before dropping him hard on the mat. Winters now stomping away on the challenger. Winters grabs Black secures an arm bar, working the left arm of the challenger.

DM: Layne is a smart champion and he knows the length of these matches…He went over 14 minutes to beat Fusenshoff for the title, he went the distance with The First, he knows that wearing down the opponent and milking the clock is only to his benefit…

DT: Black fighting to get up…Winters with a knee to the ribs and he cranks that arm…Black fires in a right hand…Winters responds by yanking the arm…Black fires a headbutt that catches Winters off guard and rocks him backward…Black now with a series of punches…Winters stumbles and gets NAILED WITH A DROPKICK! Winters back up…ANOTHER DROPKICK! Winters gets up again…HIP TOSS by Black…Winters up, BLACK WITH A ROLL UP!

ONE!!

TWO!!

NO!! [Crowd buzzing]

DT: Winters rolls free and quickly ducks out to the floor [“Back him off!” Winters yells at Pat Jones] Winters getting his wits about him on the floor.

MN: He’s fighting a pot head, exactly how intelligent do you have to be to beat one of them?

DT: Winters now back on the apron, and he gets back into the ring…Black trying to avoid Winters, but Winters gets a clinch and backs Black into a corner…No shot of a clean break as Winters cracks Black with a right hand and another…Winters sends Black into the ropes…No! Reversal by Black…Black catches Winters with a Hurricanrana…

DM: Stonercanrana?

DT: Black reaches back to get Layne’s legs for a pinning cradle…But he loses control and Winters pulls him into a Sunset flip!

ONE!!

TWO!!

NO!! [pop!]

DT: Black rolls through and BLASTS Winters in the head with a kick! Winters clutching his temple…Black gets him up and SLAMS him…Black now goes to the second rope…DRIVES AN ELBOW INTO THE CHEST OF WINTERS! HE HOOKS THE LEG!

ONE!!

TWO!!!

NO!

[“TWO!” shouts]

DT: Winters kicks out…Black grabs Winters and sends him to the ropes…Black with a clothesline…NO! Winters ducks and grabs Black…BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX! BIG IMPACT FROM WINTERS!

DM: Winters enjoying a big size advantage in this match and was able to get the smaller Black caught and thrown with that Belly to Belly Suplex.

MN: Man, I got nobody to root for here…This whole HOPE thing is so depressing, cause normally I’d enjoy watching Anarky kill someone or Winters putting on a clinic in the ring, but now it’s just horrible…

DT: My heart bleeds for you Neely. Winters goes back to the armbar…Winters now driving a series of knees into the shoulder of Black, Winters now turns it into a hammer lock and pushes Black face down into the mat.

DM: I’m a bit surprised by Winters deciding to work the arm of Black, normally against a high flyer like The Dopesmoker one would be looking to try to take out a leg, but here Winters is working an arm, which is an interesting choice.

MN: Oh come on Matthews, just condemn him for being stupid. Say something like “Winters going for Black’s arm is as dumb as Belichick going for it on 4th and 2” man up and stir the pot a little.

DT: While football expert Mike Neely gives us his thoughts on last Sunday’s games, Black fighting his way to his feet. Black with a go behind and reverses the hammerlock on Winters…Winters quickly with a drop toe hold gets Black back down and locks on a headlock…Winters again transitions from the headlock back into an arm bar…Textbook chain wrestling by the Television champion.

MN: See, normally watching some stoner getting punked out would make me happy…To hell with it, I’m cheering Layne Winters, no matter how awful the company he keeps is.

DT: Should we stop the match and tell him so that he may weep with pride? Black again trying to fight his way back up…Winters gets behind Black, he steps over…SIDE RUSSIAN LEGSWEEP! Winters floats over for the cover!

ONE!!

TWO!!

NO!! [pop!]

DT: Black gets out at 2…Winters quickly back to the arm. Black trying to get to his feet, and Winters now DRIVES HIM SHOULER FIRST INTO THE TURN BUCKLE! Winters now getting a wrist lock on Black…Black fires back with a right hand and another…Black breaks free of the hold…And…Now he’s…

MN: He’s trying to keep his pants up! Man this guy is a total wreck, he’s fighting for the TV title and trying to avoid getting pinched for exposing himself in public.

DT: Black had Winters staggering but he’s given Winters a few moments to recover with this…Well wardrobe malfunction…Black appears to be all squared away…WINTERS DRILLS HIM WITH A RUNNING KNEE TO THE SIDE OF THE HEAD!!

DM: That caught Black right in the temple!

DT: Black drops like a sack of bricks…Winters with a cover!

ONE!!

TWO!!!

THRE-NO!!!

DT: Black got a foot on the ropes! Winters is irate as he glares at Pat Jones…Winters grabs Black and now he hooks him…Here comes GREEN RIVER JUSTICE…NO! Black while in the air landing a series of knees to Winters head! Black back down on his feet…ROLLS UP WINTERS!!

ONE!!

TWO!!

NO!! [“TWO!”]

DT: Winters escapes! Winters rushes at Black…Who drops down and pulls Winters by his trunks into the turnbuckle! Winters hits hard and staggers out…Black with a hiptoss! Winters back to his feet, catches a kick from Black…WHO NAILS THE ENZAGURI!! Winters staggering and Black quickly to the second rope…FLYING UPPERCUT OFF THE SECOND ROPE BY BLACK!

DM: SHORYUKEN, by the Dopesmoker!

DT: Winters sent crashing to the mat by Black, who gets to his feet quickly and comes off the ropes…DROPPING A LEG!! THE COVER!!

ONE!!

TWO!!

THR-NO! [Some groans from the crowd who wanted to see a title change]

DT: Winters gets out at two. Black stomps away on him…Black gets him and whips him into the corner…Winters staggers out into a BIG back body drop!

DM: Black has taken control of this match, the question now is can he put Winters away for the title?

DT: Winters stumbles to his feet…Black waiting on him…ROUNDHOUSE KICK TO THE HEAD! WINTERS IS OUT!!! THE COVER!!

ONE!!

TWO!!

THR—NO! NO!! [groans!]

DT: Winters just always finding a way, he’s been put through the ringer time and time again yet he’s still found ways to keep winning and holding that TV Title…Black pulls Winters back to his feet…BLACK WITH A DDT! He yells to the crowd…And now…He runs to the ropes…SPRINGBOARD MOONSAULT!!! NO!! HE SLIPPED AND CROTCHED HIMSELF ON THE TOP ROPE!!!

[small ‘you f*cked up!’ chant]

MN: That goofball idiot!

DT: Winters getting to his feet ahead of Black…Black gets up…Winters grabs him…GERMAN SUPLEX!! Winters holds on to the waist lock, he gets Black up again…ANOTHER GERMAN SUPLEX…Winters still holding on…Black dragged back to his feet…A THIRD GERMAN SUPLEX…Winters with a bridge!

ONE!!

TWO!!

THR—NO! [Pop!]

DT: Black rolls his shoulder and gets out of the pin!

DM: But Winters still has his hands locked and he’s dragging Black back up again….

MN: Suplex him till you kill him Winters!!

DT: A FORTH GERMAN IN A ROW!! Winters doesn’t even bother going for a bridge that time, he keeps his hands locked and gets Black up again…A FIFTH GERMAN SUPLEX! WINTERS BRIDGES AGAIN!

ONE!!

TWO!!

THREE!!

[Bell rings, MUSIC UP: “I Don’t Know Anything” by Mad Season]

TF: Here is your winner and STILL World Television Champion…”NEW SCHOOL” LAYNE! WINNNTTEEERRSSS!!!

[Winters grabs the TV Title Belt from Pat Jones and gives him a hard stare before letting him raise his arm…Winters walks from the ring with the belt over his shoulder.]

DT: a hard fought battle for sure, and the bringer of the ‘New School’ keeps his belt…

DM: Erik Black made one mistake and that was all it took for Winters to get the advantage and score a big win here tonight.

DT: We’ll be right back with more action fans, don’t go away!

The screen flickers and the arena is "treated" to the sight of Bruce "The Beast" Richards, sitting on his couch in Edmonton, Alberta, Canada. He scratches his chin, and then raises a hand in greeting.

BRUCE RICHARDS: Hello, EPW fans. I'm sorry I can't be there this evening, but sometimes, life will throw you a curve, and you just have to work with it. I wanted to be there tonight, to address you all personally, but I suppose this pre-recorded message will have to do.

The crowd murmurs a little, not really sure what to think at this point.

BRUCE RICHARDS: I wanted to...well, to apologize for you. When I made my debut at Russian Roulette, I knew I wanted it to be a statement. A statement that Bruce Richards was here to compete, and to inform EVERYONE in the locker room that I was more than just "a small-time guy with someone else's name," as I saw on the message boards.

He smiles at that one, and the crowd laughs a little.

BRUCE RICHARDS: It's true, New Alberta Pro is a little smaller in scope than the EPW. Hell, the cost of the pyro at the beginning of tonight's show probably cost more than our entire operating budget. It's a bigger stage, sure. Which makes it that much noticeable when you fail.

Bruce frowns, and sighs a little.

BRUCE RICHARDS: Yes, I won my match. But I failed in my mission. I wanted to come out, every show, and wrestle the best match. To make an impact, month in, month out. This month...well, you can see where I am. And next month, it doesn't look any better. Now, you all barely know me. Some of you probably think that I'm the kind of guy who would flake after one show. But I promise you, my absence only means that December comes with a gift to the EPW locker room. It means that next month, every single one of the wrestlers don't have to face me. And for the fans, my gift to you will come a little later. In January. Because then, I'll bring "The Beast" back to the EPW. Then, I promise I'll give you a fight that will make up for all the time I've been away. Then, everyone will understand just exactly why I'm here.

Bruce smiles.

BRUCE RICHARDS: Trust me.

The screen fades to black