[FADEIN: A tight shot of the gate on the cage. The bell rings and after a beat “All Secrets Known” by Alice in Chains hits. Michael Bastard makes his way towards the ring walking at a quick pace. Bastard wearing his usual white wife-beater, grey sweat pants over black wrestling boots, with his hands taped up half way up the forearm. Behind him The Amazing Logan follows, a smug look on his face. Logan has a grey suit jacket over a Nirvana T-Shirt, jeans and his trademark cane round out his outfit.]
TF: The following contest is a first round match in the KING OF THE CAGE tournament, making his way to the ring with his manager The Amazing Logan…From Flint Michigan weighing in at 225 pounds…MICHAEL!!! BASTARD!!! [The crowd gives Bastard a mixed reaction that he completely ignores as he enters the cage.]
DT: Michael Bastard off a big win against Stalker in a Stalker’s rules match, once again placed in a situation where there is no rules, just a fight.
MN: Yeah but he’s dealing with a man hell bent on becoming EPW World Champion, Layne Winters just spent a year DOMINATING anyone who tried to pry the World Television title off him, and now that he got jobbed out of that belt by Shawn Hart, it’s time for bigger and better things…
DM: So you’re endorsing him to beat Stevens?
MN: I didn’t say that, but if anyone did upend him…Well I guess I’d want it to be Layne…But really I don’t want to think about any of that, this tournament is a FARCE!
[MUSIC UP: “I Don’t Know Anything” by Mad Season, the crowd snaps to booing loudly as Layne Winters makes his way towards the ring. Winters in his standard dark green trunks, knee pads, ring boots and elbow pad on his right arm. He takes his time getting to ringside and making it to the cage, barking at the ref to back Bastard off before he steps into the cage.]
TF: And his opponent, from Seattle Washington [Pop!] weighing in at 254 pounds…”New School” LAYNE….WINTERS!!
DT: Winters gets a more mixed than usual reaction from the crowd…Some support for the home town wrestler I guess…And now the Zane Gate locking these two men inside the cage…[Bell rings] and this match is underway…Winters and Bastard lock up…Winters backs Bastard into a corner and they start throwing short punches at each other! This is like a hockey fight! Both men not backing down, it’s just brutal dirty boxing….Winters spins Bastard away from the corner and tackles him to the ground, Winters punching away on Bastard from top position.
DM: Winters might be the bigger man here, but you know for sure Bastard is going to fight him tooth and nail every step of the way…
MN: I wouldn’t be comfortable where Winters is, this Bastard has all kinds of hand to hand training, who the hell knows what he’s going to do when it comes to ground fighting.
DT: Bastard trying to trap one of Winters arms, he’s working for an armbar…Winters pulls his arm free and transitions to a headscissors. Bastard now trying to fight free of this and he pries his head free and both men quickly back to their feet…
DM: Neither man giving an inch here in the early going of this match.
DT: And they lock up again, Bastard gets a side headlock and switches to a hammerlock, Winters trying to catch him with a back elbow…Bastard HAMMERS Winters with forearms into the back of the head, Winters staggered…Bastard pulls him in…SUCKER BLAST! He decks Winters! Bastard with a cover!
ONE!
TWO!!
NO!!
DT: Winters powers out…Bastard gets him to his feet, Bastard RIPPING HOOKS TO THE BODY! He’s just mauling Winters with those punches and he sends Winters FLYING INTO THE CAGE!
MN: Maybe this Bastard guy is the real deal, he took it to Stalker and now he’s just wearing out Winters.
DT: Bastard now whips Winters to the ropes…Backdrop…NO! SINGLE ARM DDT BY WINTERS! Winters with a big counter there to steal back the momentum in this match.
DM: He needed it, Bastard was really giving him a beating before he landed that shot.
DT: Winters now backs Bastard into the corner, Winters with a series of shoulder blocks…There is no need for a break here since this match is has no disqualifications. Winters now just STRANGLING Bastard! Winters with a BIG hiptoss just launched Bastard out of the corner to the mat. Winters now puts the boots to him, stomping Bastard in the back and the back of the head.
MN: I knew Layne would get it together, this Bastard kid ain’t so tough.
DM: You seemed sold on him a few minutes ago.
MN: Things change, you have to adapt to new situations.
DT: Winters gets Bastard to his feet…And now it’s Bastard’s turn to hit the cage! Winters catches him on the rebound and hooks him…GREEN RIVER JUSTICE! NO! BASTARD LANDS BEHIND HIM!! REVERSE DDT! BOTH MEN DOWN!
DM: Bastard has to know the end was coming with that Green River Justice, a quick counter has saved his bacon in this match.
DT: Again both men struggle to their feet. Bastard catches Winters with a big right…Winters staggers, Bastard gets that Thai Plum! Bastard with a series of BRUTAL knees to the mid-section…Winters trying to cover up but he is getting MUGGED….Bastard with a KNEE TO THE CHIN drops Winters hard…Bastard with a cover!
ONE!!
TWO!!
TH-NO!!!
DT: Winters fighting to stay in this match…Bastard grabs him and I think it’s time for Winters to eat some more steel…Winters with a thumb to the throat…And now Winters breaks free of Bastard and comes off the ropes…RUNNING CLOTHESLINE FLOORS BASTARD!
DM: One move, like a quick throat strike is all it takes to change who’s got control in this match, these two men are beating the hell out of each other, and neither one of them has made any effort to escape the cage, this is a straight up fight, and last man standing wins it.
DT: Winters now grabs Bastard…RUNS HIM INTO THE CAGE…Bastard staggering…INTO THE OPPOSITE SIDE OF THE CAGE…Winters still holding out…INTO THE THIRD SIDE OF THE CAGE…And well he might as well complete it…BASTARD HITS ALL FOUR CAGE WALLS…Winters holding Bastard up, Bastard must be out on his feet…Winters hooks him….GREEN RIVER JUSTICE! NO! BASTARD COUNTERS INTO A SMALL PACKAGE!!
ONE!!
TWO!!
THR-NO!!
DT: My God that was close…Winters giving the ref a look to make sure that was two…Winters grabs Bastard and pulls him to his feet…BASTARD CRACKS HIM WITH AN UPPERCUT! Bastard with a kick to the ribs…This guy just FIGHTS…Bastard now lifts Winters up…HOT SHOTS HIM ON THE TOP ROPE! Winters crashes to the mat clutching his throat…
DM: So far in this match it’s been Michael Bastard’s ability to avoid the Green River Justice that has both kept him in the contest and kept Winters off balance, he can’t land his finishing move on him!
DT: Winters now pulled to his feet…BELLY TO BELLY BY BASTARD…That was a heck of a throw by Bastard…Bastard waiting on Winters to get to his feet…Winters staggering back up….BASTARD OFF THE ROPES DECKS HIM WITHN A RUNNING FOREARM! WINTERS MIGHT BE OUT! THE COVER!!
ONE!!
TWO!!
TH-NO!!
DT: Winters kicks out again! Bastard not wasting a moment and grabs Winters and he’s going to try to finish it! BASTARD DRIVER! NO WINTERS WITH A REVERSAL! WINTERS WITH A TOMBSTONE PILEDRIVER ON BASTARD!! BOTH MEN ARE DOWN…WINTERS NEEDS TO MAKE A COVER!!
DM: What a counter out of nowhere by Winters and he’s just about knocked out Bastard, but can he get the pin to advance in the King of the Cage?!
MN: Cover him Layne, get on him!!
DT: Winters crawling, he drapes an arm over Bastard!
ONE!!
TWO!!
THR—NO!!!!
DT: Bastard kicks out! These two are not going to quit! This is one hell of a fight!
DM: The whole locker room of Empire Pro was put on notice when this tournament was announced and we have seen a hell of a lot of action tonight to show just how badly everyone wants to be King of the Cage and EPW World Champion…
DT: Winters making it to his feet, Bastard now starting to stir…Winters grabs him, it looks like he’s going for Green River Justice one more time…HE’S GOT BASTARD UP! BASTARD LANDS BEHIND HIM! Bastard with a waist lock…Winters fights it, reverses…Winters now behind Bastard…GERMAN SUPLEX! Winters keeps his hands clasped…He’s muscling Bastard up again…ANOTHER GERMAN SUPLEX! Winters won’t let gop…Bastard pulled back up…A THIRD GERMAN SUPLEX WITH A BRIDGE!!
ONE!!
TWO!!
THR—NO!!
DM: Man what determination by Bastard to keep fighting!
MN: But Winters still has him hooked! He doesn’t show any signs of stopping!
DT: Winters does have his hands locked…Back up…GERMAN SUPLEX NUMBER FOUR!! Winters not letting go…He is RELENTLESS…GERMAN SUPLEX NUMBER FIVE!!! [Some of the crowd yell “Five!”] Bastard has to get out of this hold…Winters pulls him back up again…NUMBER SIX!! [“Six!”]
DM: How many times is he going to keep suplexing him!?
MN: Until Bastard’s dead seems to be the right number to me!
DT: Bastard looks out of it…WINTERS WITH GERMAN SUPLEX NUMBER SEVEN! [“Seven!”] This is just disturbing to watch…Winters is just trying to DESTROY this man…Winters has him up again….LANDS NUMBER EIGHT…THIS TIME WITH A BRIGE!!
ONE!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!!
[Bell rings. MUSIC UP: “I Don’t Know Anything” by Mad Season]
TF: Here is your winner, “New School” LAYNE…WINTERS!!
[Winters sitting on the mat looks more disgusted than happy, he glares down at the fallen Michael Bastard before pulling his arm away from the ref when he tries to raise it in victory, Winters exits the cage, walking to the back he yells at the camera “This is my tournament! You get in my way you get destroyed like he did!”]
DT: A brutal victory for the hometown wrestler Layne Winters as he advances in the King of the Cage, up next Karl Brown and Anarky square off to see who moves on and who will be EPW World Television Champion!
(CONTINUED…..
Triple X shut off the lights, and took position behind the door, as the knob turned, and the door opened, as the figure entered the room.
Stevens took two steps in it’s direction, noting how much taller Troy seemed compared to last week.
He planted his feet and began his attack, when a punch to his temple staggered him, causing him to backpedal into the same wall as the light switch, with his momentum, as he regained his bearings, causing it to flip on. To his surprise, it wasn’t a well prepared Lindsay Troy that nailed him … It was worse.
It was Judas Iscariot.
Brutus.
Benedict Arnold.
JASON “THE STALKER” REEVES.)
TRIPLE X: WHAT. THE. FUCK?! You stupid son-of-a-bItch!
(Stevens charged in the direction of his “former” friend, spearing him knocking over the large sofa, causing Reeves’ head to bounce off of the concrete.
Both men shook off the cobwebs, and gathered themselves, making it to their feet simultaneously, with the same idea in mind.
Stalker connected with a wild haymaker that buckled the EPW World Champion’s knees. Showing the heart that made him who he is, Trip sent a return shot, an uppercut that busted The Stalker’s nose upon impact.)
STALKER: YOU MOTHERFUCKER! I’M GOING TO KILL YOU!
(The two stood in the center of the room, exchanging heavyweight blows, exhausted at the pace in which they were being thrown as Stalker connected with a body shot to Stevens’ stomach that caused the King of the Cage to collapse, and gasp for air, as he fought back the urge to vomit.
The Stalker hovered over his “fallen” friend turned foe, as Trip crawled to the door, using a lamp post as a balancing beam to get to his feet. Reeves, sensing that the time to kill was near ripped the glass mirror that was propped off of the wall, and pulled it back and swung…
… at the exact same time that Stevens swung the lamp.
Both connected.
Both collapsed.
Blood was everywhere, and Lindsay Troy’s dressing room was torn to shreds.)
(TO BE CONTINUED….)