[FADE IN:
Backstage. Lindsay Troy is standing at the catering table, shuffling some small items onto her plate and muttering something under her breath as she roughly slams a few things onto her plate. A few moments later, someone walks up behind her.]
VOICE: What’d the roast beef ever do to you?
[Troy doesn’t even turn around. She recognizes the voice easily.]
TROY: It’s here.
[The camera pulls back a bit as we see “The Ego Buster” Dan Ryan, former owner and CEO of Empire Pro. His joking remark isn’t met with the usual smirk and sarcastic retort – and his own demeanor becomes more serious immediately.]
RYAN: Is everything okay?
TROY: Well, why the hell wouldn’t it be?
RYAN: I dunno – because you’re slamming cold cuts around and cursing out hors d'oeuvres?
TROY: [not turning around, clearly annoyed] Did you want something, Dan?
RYAN: [eyebrows raising] I guess not. I just came to see how things were going around here.
TROY: [still with her back turned] You think I need you here to check up on me like I can’t do my job without you around?
[Ryan steps forward and places a hand on her shoulder, turning her part of the way around. Troy puts the plate down, resigned to looking Ryan in the eye and glares at him, resolved.]
RYAN: What’s going on, Lindz? Where is this coming from?
TROY: It’s coming from you coming in here and interrogating like I don’t know how to do my job.
RYAN: Lindsay, you invited me here. You asked me to come down and check things out last week, remember? You said come down tonight and check out some young talent and so on. What… is going on?
[For a moment is seems as if Troy’s resolve weakens and she looks almost sad – but she immediately steels herself and raises her chin up, defiantly.]
TROY: What’s going on is I have a show to run. If you wanna watch, then watch. I don’t care.
[With that, Troy turns and walks away, leaving her plate on the table and Ryan staring after her, confused.]
[“Imperial March” reverberates throughout the arena and a video package flies by on the screen.
Lindsay Troy unmasking as Dis, holding the EPW World Title up for all to see.
JA hitting the Karelin Driver on Rocko Daymon.
Troy Douglas ducking a clothesline by Cameron Cruise and then tossing him with a belly to belly suplex.
Felix Red and First, perched on opposite turnbuckles, then diving down onto their opponents.
Fusenshoff, clotheslining Stalker over the top rope.
Larry Tact and Jared Wells stalking to the ring with the EPW World Tag Team Titles around their waists.
“Triple X” Sean Stevens standing victorious on top of a cage, face bloodied, holding the EPW World title up high.
And finally…. A dais with a throne upon it and Lindsay Troy sitting front and center, leaning back and staring right into the camera.
Then…
BOOM!!
The stage is illuminated by a veritable bonanza of booming pyrotechnics as the camera pans over the crowd, cuts to the ring from a wide angle, then concludes its journey with a smash cut to the broadcast team.]
DT: Ladies and gentlemen welcome to Aggression 49!! We are live from San Diego, California – and coming off the heels of the big announcement of Sin City Showdown, we have a HUGE show tonight!! I’m Dave Thomas and with me as usual are Dean Matthews and of course, Mike Neely.
DM: So many things going on right now with the formation of HOPE and Sean Stevens jumping into Anthology back on 48, and just ahead – the big one as we join forces with the crew from WFW: NE for one day.
DT: Let’s go on up to the ring and get this party started!
["Did my time" by Korn blares over the speakers as black hits the big screen. Stalker walks out slowly staring at the ring cracking his knuckles as he makes his way down the ramp.]
TF: The following matchup is scheduled for on wall! Introducing first weighting in at 224 pounds and hailing from parts unknown…STALKER!!!
[In his usual street attire he slides under the bottom rope and gets ready for his match.]
TF: And his opponent!
[The opening riffs from "Death Is This Communion" by High On Fire thunderously resound over the PA. An explosion PEALS over the stage as Rocko Daymon makes his entrance to a FLOOD of diverse reactions from those who hate him out of spite and those who know a TRUE professional wrestler when they see one!]
TF: Hailing from Tacoma, Washington! Weighing in at 243 pounds! ROCKO DAYMON!!!
[Rocko stares into the sea of fans for several moments with his fist held high in the air, then nods and smiles to his wife before the two make their way toward the ring, walking like professional wrestling royalty.]
DT: Stalker is in the ring as Rocko Daymon slides on in the ring. These too literally hate each other.
MN: Daymon is just jealous, he is broke because he mistreated that babe of a wife of his and now he is jealous of what Stalker has.
DM: Well we shall see because as soon as Daymon slid into the ring Stalker began laying boots right to the head of Daymon!
DT: The bell hasn’t even rung yet! The hatred is pouring out as Stalker grabs Daymon and puts his neck on the ropes and begins to choke him.
MN: Perfectly legal when Stalker does it.
DM: Stalker pressing the point here as he let’s go at the four count pulling Daymon into the corner, a forearm followed by an uppercut, buckle-to-buckle Irish whip.
DT: Failed attempt as Daymon reverses that whip! Stalker bouncing out of the corner, BUG CHARGING CLOTHESLINE BY DAYMON!
MN: Stalker in other places of the world is considered a demi-god, did you know that? Right here you can see that chin lock Daymon is applying should be illegal.
DM: What…? Daymon with a chin lock, Stalker rolling to his right on his knees. Jesus Christ! Rocko Daymon with a huge knee to the face of Stalker as he yells at Stalker to get up!
MN: And taunting. Taunting should be illegal too.
DT: Stalker not looking happy as he is wiping a bit of blood from his nose, Daymon not holding back here. Stalker charging in at Rock, arm drag by Daymon.
DM: Another taunt by Daymon as Stalker approaches Daymon and is putting his hands up for a test of strength.
MN: We all know who will win that by a long shot.
DT: Rocko nodding and saying, “Yeah let’s go, come on!” tensions high as Daymon puts his hands up, and a straight kick low blow by Stalker! How pathetic!
DM: What amazes me is he is telling the referee he meant to kick his stomach. Ha.
DT: Stalker now putting the boots to Daymon yelling at him as Daymon is scooting away but just backed himself sitting in a corner. More boots, as Stalker is trying to choke Daymon with his foot now.
MN: Choke him to death! Then his wife can collect what little is left of him in life insurance!
DM: That’s not right Mike, not at all. Daymon grabbing the foot of Stalker, wrapping it with his own leg, and using it as a trip! Knee joint pressure has made Stalker fall!
DT: That is what makes him so deadly in that ring is he is so technically sound. Rocko is up, big elbow and Rocko grabbing Stalker by the throat and just punching him right in the face! Wow! Pinning him with one hand and just socking Stalker like a punching bag!
MN: Where’s the counting?!
DM: Now. Rocko with a pin…
ONE….
TWO…
THRE-
NO.
DT: Kick out by Stalker at the edge as his senses are coming back. Rocking picking up Stalker, knee to the gut, running to the ropes, bouncing off FULL SPEED DAYMON TRAIN.
DM: HUGE UPPER KNEE TO TH FACE OF STALKER!
MN: PShh, look at Daymon against the turnbuckle huffing and puffing!
DT: Stalker getting up as his face is now a bloody mess, Daymon still winded catching his breath as he turns around..Stalker with a thumb to the eye as he is now unleashing punches to the face of Daymon and screaming very profane words at him.
DM: This is just a brawl…there is no wrestling in this; this is just two men who hate one another throwing fists.
MN: And know they are! That homeless Rocko Daymon is swinging at Stalker, Stalker swinging back!
DT: Left by Daymon a right by Stalker, they are just trading shots back and forth; both men are bleeding from the nose and mouth now. Daymon screaming at the top of his lungs and charge tackling Stalk through the top and second rope out of the ring!
DM: WOW!
MN: That’s all you can say? Not you are concerned for the safety of Stalker?
DT: Daymon is just slamming the head of Stalker on the outside floor! Daymon trying to get up, he may have injured his leg on the fall, Stalker is climbing to his feet using the ring prom, both men now being counted.
ONE!
DM: Stalker now returning the favor and is charging at Daymon!
MN: YEAH! Stalker lifting Daymon up and driving him into the barricade!
TWO!
DT: Daymon fighting back though! Throwing shots to the sides of Stalker as Stalker is still slamming him into that barricade.
THREE!
DM: Stalker letting go and now forearm the face of Daymon, Daymon returning shots, OVER THE BARRICADE THEY GO!
FOUR!
DT: Back on their feet again as security is clearing fans of the area. Daymon shoves Stalker into the chair and Rocko leaps at him, now both men are just fighting in the audience!
FIVE!
MN: This is insanity! They are still trading shots, you can’t even see Rocko’s face it looks painted red.
SIX!
DM: Stalker leaning against the barricade, Rocko with a clothesline to Stalker over the barricade the both go over again!
SEVEN!
DT: I think Daymon just told Stalker “I’ll kill you” Rocko walking towards Stalker, NO! Stalker kicks up to the face of Daymon and connects as they are both laying on the floor now.
EIGHT!
MN: Get back in the ring you dope!
DM: Both men crawling to the ring, both men at the apron, Rocko getting to his feet but struggling. Stalker is just out of it trying to grip what apron he can.
NINE!
DT: Rocko! On his feet! He has half his body in the ring!!!!!
TEN!!!!!
DM: HE’S IN! HE’S IN! ROCKO DAYMON IS IN THE RING!
MN: NO! The referee saying no he wasn’t in the ring fully and this is a double count out!!! Technically this is a win for Stalker.
DT: What a match!
TF: Ladies and gentlemen, the referee has ruled this match up to be a double count out tie with no winner!