MN: What the hell?

DT: Uh, is someone coming to the ring?

[Not quite. Instead, the Empire Tron lights up. Big booming letters of of ruby red scroll across the screen.]

[In a swirling haze, two large letters take up the entire screen.]

[Many members in the crowd come out of their seats and begin cheering. "One Armed Man [Play On]" by Project 86 begins to play.]

DT: Whoa!! SW! Mike, do you know who that is?

MN: ...Scott Wyland?

DT: No, you idiot! STEPHEN WALTZ, of Global Wrestling Evolution fame!

MN: Wow... so he's coming here?

DT: I guess so. What an addition to Empire Pro's growing roster... this is some big news.

MN: Is he any good?

DT: Heh... I'll let you see for yourself.

MN: Let's just get back to the show, dude.

DT: Why don't we? Folks, set your VCRs, because this next match promises to be a real dandy!

MN: No. I'm already recording "Young Teen Nymphos 2" off the Porn Channel -

DT: AHEM!

MN: I mean, uh... "Young Teen Nymphs: Legendary Handmaidens Of Poseidon" off the Greek Myth Channel.

DT: Better.

MN: I'd rather have the first one.

DT: *sigh* Let's go to the ring.

TONY FATORA: Th' following contest is scheduled for one fall! It will determine the inaugural Intercontinental Champion!

[The arena is bathed in darkness seconds before "Rainmaker" blares out, causing a cascade of green and white lights to flicker across the arena in time to the music. With the first words, Karl steps through the curtains, looking around at the crowd. He high-fives fans either side of the aisle, stopping for autographs along the way, as he walks to the ring. Circles the ring once, then steps through the cell door, standing on the second rope, arms aloft, saluting the fans on each side of the ring, before waiting in the centre of the ring for his opponent. All the while, the fans are cheering deafeningly, with several "Dragon! Dragon!" chants breaking out.]

TONY FATORA: Introducing first, from Nottingham, England... Weighing in at two hundred and eleven pounds... KARRRRRRRRRRRRRLLLLLLLLL... BRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWNNNNNNN!!!

["My Sacrifice" Begins to blast as the English Flag is show on the MCW-tron. "Your Truly" Adam Benjamin makes his way to the ring Wearing two British flag bandana's, one on his head, the other across his face so that only Adams stone cold eyes can be seen. Adam gets into the ring and stands ready in the corner as the fans boo him thunderously.]

TONY FATORA: And introducing his opponent, from England... Weighing in at two hundred and forty-five pounds... ADAAAAAAMMMMMMM... BEEEEEEEEEEEEN-JAMIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNN!!!

[CUTTO: The ring as the official raises the Intercontinental Title, then steps aside. SFX: *DINGDINGDING* - Bell rings.]

DT: And here we go!

[Brown and Benjamin circle to start before falling into Greco-Roman stances. They edge forward and finally lock up. Benjamin gets a hammerlock out of it, and Brown attempts to shake Benjamin out of it, walking around the ring before picking up speed and sliding to his stomach. Benjamin is shaken loose, but immediately goes to a front face lock. However, Brown comes to his knees, powering forward to grab Benjamin in a waistlock while still in the facelock.]

DT: Nice mat work from both men here!

MN: *snoring*

DT: Wake up, Mike.

MN: Muhh. I don't wanna go to school, mommy.

DT: Miiiiiike.

[After a moment, Brown comes to his feet with Benjamin still waistlocked, lifting him and slamming him to the mat on his back. The Nottingham native then shifts himself behind Benjamin, applying a gutwrench. Benjamin fights to his feet and rolls forward, shaking Brown loose. From there, Benjamin applies a side headlock, but gets back-suplexed for his troubles.]

DT: Ooh, big back suplex from Karl Brown!

MN: That guy needs himself a cooler nickname than "The Dragon". Aha! I got it! "Downtown" Karl Brown!

DT: Downtown?

MN: Why not?

[As Benjamin comes to his feet, Brown rushes at him and sweeps him off his feet with a cradle, seguing into a Boston crab attempt. Benjamin fights free, using his leg strength to trip Brown into the ropes. As Brown rebounds, Benjamin clips his right knee and goes for a leg lock, only for Brown to drop toe hold him and try for a side headlock. Benjamin attempts the back-suplex counter, but Brown lands on his feet and applies a hammerlock.]

DT: Nice counter from Brown, as he goes right to the hammerlock!

MN: You can buy hammers downtown!

[Quickly, Benjamin reverses and gets his own hammerlock, hooking Brown up and back-suplexing him with the hammerlock still applied, causing Brown to land with all his weight crushing his arm. Wincing, Brown comes to one knee, but Benjamin takes him by the arm and hits a front Russian leg sweep, following by pulling Brown up again. He then brings him down with an arm breaker and applies an armbar.]

DT: Tight armbar there by Benjamin as he takes control of the match!

MN: Poor Downtown. He's in trouble.

[Brown manages to scootch over and get a foot on the ropes; however, Benjamin is quick to drag him back to the center of the ring, dropping two knees across Brown's already hurting right forearm. Dragging Brown to his feet, Benjamin sets him up and drops him on the bad arm with a single-arm DDT. He tries for another armbar, but Brown rolls to the edge of the ring and wraps his arms around the bottom rope.]

DT: Great move by Brown, going to the ropes before Benjamin can lock on that armbar!

MN: Downtown's a smart kid, ain't he?

DT: Karl Brown is, yes. Downtown, I don't know.

MN: They're the same guy! Downtown Karl Brown!

[A look of annoyance crosses Benjamin's face. He grabs Brown by the ankle and pulls him forcefully away from the ropes. However, Brown quickly drop toe holds Benjamin down, then vaults over to waistlock him and pull him up into a release German suplex! Benjamin reels as his head bounces off the mat.]

DT: OH! Big German from Brown!

MN: FROM DOWNTOWN!!!

DT: Shut up with the Downtown!

[Holding the back of his neck, Benjamin comes to a standing position. However, he is soon back on the mat again as Brown darts in, cracking him with a neckbreaker and rolling him over for a pin.]

DT: Cover by Brown! One - TWO - NO, kickout!

MN: Heh heh. Neckbusta.

[Grabbing Benjamin by the hair, Brown drags him to his feet before slamming him face-first to the canvas in a highly untechnical manner. From there he changes the pace a bit, as he picks Benjamin up and gutwrench-suplexes him. Attempting to escape, Benjamin rolls to the ropes and slides down to the floor.]

DT: Benjamin trying to escape Brown's assault here!

MN: Look, here comes Downtown!

[As Benjamin recovers, Brown runs the ropes and leaps out of the ring towards Benjamin with a somersault plancha. However, Benjamin sidesteps, and Brown slams into the barricade to sprawl in a crumpled heap on the floor!]

DT: OH! Brown crashed and burned!

MN: They call them moves high-risk for a VERY good reason!

[Benjamin isn't stupid. He immediately capitalizes on Brown's mistake by moving in and pounding on the smaller man's head with hard right hands. From there, Benjamin takes Brown by the arm and whips him into the ringpost! Brown's face smacks off the post with a sickening thud, and he falls to land on his back on the floor.]

DT: Brown just ate the ringpost!

MN: With peas and carrots.

DT: Try just the ringpost.

MN: I hear it's delicious.

[Ever the ring-aware competitor, Benjamin rolls back into the ring to break the count-out, then rolls out again. He punches at Brown's neck and chops him several times, then sets him up in a standing headscissors and piledrives him on the floor! Immediately, Benjamin rolls the limp Brown back into the ring and covers.]

DT: MY GOD!!! Piledriver on the unforgiving concrete! Back in, and here's the cover - One -

TWO -

NO, Brown kicks out!

MN: HE LIVES!!!

[Gritting his teeth, Benjamin pulls Brown to a standing position and casually snap-suplexes him, bringing him down on his head. Brown holds his neck in both hands, twitching on the mat erratically before Benjamin scoops him up and delivers a spinebuster!]

DT: HUGE spinebuster from Benjamin! Looks like he's changing it up and playing to Brown's weaknesses instead of letting him employ his technique!

MN: We some spinebusta'! We some spinebusta'! We done knock ya spine out, we some spinebusta'!

DT: Actually, we some commentators, but whatever floats your boat, Mike.

[In a daze, Brown comes to his feet and falls into a corner, beckoning almost deliriously for Benjamin to come get him. Benjamin smirks, then approaches to chop Brown in the corner. Brown fights back with a halfhearted right hand, but Benjamin chops him again and delivers a belly-to-belly out of the corner.]

DT: Nice elevation on that belly-to-belly, as Karl Brown looks REALLY out of it here!

[Brown slowly crawls to a corner in an attempt to catch his wind, but Benjamin follows him and jerks him to a standing position, drilling him with a brutal dragon suplex. Brown's head is spiked off the mat, and his legs kick in the air spasmodically for a moment before he tips over to land on his face. Capitalizing, Benjamin delivers another dragon suplex, this time holding on and bridging.]

DT: Oh, bridging Dragon suplex ON the Dragon!

One!

TWO!

Thr-NO! Brown shouldered out!

MN: Lucky Downtown. I thought he was done.

[At this point, Brown looks dead on his feet. He wobbles to a standing position and throws a feeble punch, which misses by a mile. Benjamin smirks and whips Brown into the ropes, but the smaller man quickly leaps onto the top rope and backflips off, landing behind Benjamin and catching him in an inverted facelock, a position from which Brown snaps Yours Truly down into an inverted implant DDT!]

DT: WOW!!!! QUEBRADA!!!! QUEBRADA INTO THE DRAGON'S BITE!!! WHAT AN AMAZING MOVE!!!

MN: HOLY SH(BOMB)!!!

DT: HE'S GOT TO COVER!!!

MN: He can't!!! He's too tired!!!

DT: I can't believe this!!! Karl Brown could have this match won, but he's too battered to make the cover!

[Both men lie prone in the ring as the referee counts. By the count of eight, both men are up. They take turns chopping each other before Brown waistlocks Benjamin and bulls him into a corner, driving a few slow shoulders into his gut.]

DT: Brown on the offensive now, but you can see that he's tired!

MN: Downtown's lookin' kinda sluggish. You're right - he IS tired.

[Drawing in a breath, Brown whips Benjamin into the opposite corner. Benjamin's face bounces off the turnbuckle, and he stumbles back into a Teardrop Suplex from Brown that draws a pop from the fans. As Benjamin staggers to his feet, Brown grabs him and hits a swinging neckbreaker, holding on to deliver a second and a third in rapid succession.]

DT: Ouch, rolling swinging neckbreakers from Brown! He's got the cover!

One -

TWO -

NO, kickout by Benjamin!

MN: Neckbustas in triplicate!

[Brown wastes no time in pushing Benjamin back down and covering; he only gets a two count. Again, he pushes Benjamin down for a cover, but gets another two count. He pulls Benjamin up, then schoolboys him, but gets another two count. Similarly, a bridge only gets two for Brown.]

DT: Brown trying all the pinning predicaments he can pull out, but Benjamin won't go down!

MN: Apparently he's sure the neckbustas were enough!

[Shaking off exhaustion, Brown makes his way to the corner and begins climbing. He braces himself on the top turnbuckle and waits for Benjamin to rise.]

DT: Now the Dragon's gonna fly!

MN: What's he waitin' for?!

[Benjamin shakily regains his footing, and Brown flies off at him with a graceful cross-body... but Benjamin catches him in a fallaway position! Brown attempts to fight out, but Benjamin delivers a rib breaker, holding on. Yours Truly then draws back and swings the Dragon around his body into a stiff uranage!]

DT: OH!!! SWINGING URANAGE from Adam Benjamin! The cover!

One!

TWO!!

Three - NO!!! Kickout!

MN: NICE!

[Rolling to his feet, Benjamin picks Brown up by the scruff of the neck and whips him into the corner, but Brown reverses. Benjamin winds up in the corner, where Brown body-splashes him. As Benjamin reels, Brown drags him to the top rope, hooking him up for a superplex.]

DT: Looks like Brown's going for the suplex off the top!

MN: The super DUPER plex!

[The crowd pops as Brown brings Benjamin up for the superplex; however, in mid-move Benjamin shifts his weight forward, bringing his knee up to slam smack into the side of Brown's face in an unbelievable counter! Brown's lights are immediately turned out, causing him to release his grip and fall to the mat, the superplex uncompleted. Benjamin lands on top of him.]

DT: MY GOD!!! THE SHINING WIZARD!!! THE SHINING WIZARD COUNTERS THE SUPERPLEX!!! AMAZING!!! I'VE NEVER SEEN THAT DONE BEFORE!!!

MN: HOLY MOTHER OF CRAP!!!

DT: BENJAMIN COVERS!!!

ONE!!!

 
TWO!!!!

THREEEEEEEEEE!!! WE HAVE AN INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION, AND IT'S ADAM BENJAMIN!!!

[SFX: *DINGDINGDING* - Bell rings.]

TONY FATORA: Here is your winner and the NEEEEEEEEEEEW Intercontinental Champion... ADAAAAAAAAAAMMMM... BEEEEEEEEEEENJAMIIIIIIIIIIIIINNN!!!

DT: What a phenomenal match between these two English superstars!

MN: That makes Benji 2 and 0 over Downtown Karl Brown, dude.

DT: Oh, stop. Regardless of statistics, Karl Brown showed himself to be a phenomenal athlete despite Benjamin's victory here tonight.

MN: Hell yeah.

DT: Well, folks, there's only one thing left to get to here tonight...

MN: OHHHH YEAHHHHH, the main event!

DT: So without further ado, let's get that under way!