DM: Daymon up to ONE knee now... checking his forehead and seeing the blood! Stalker, meanwhile, has that CHAIR READY for just as Daymon rises!
MN: So either he stands up and gets his HEAD knocked off... or he stays down and willingly GIVES UP on his career! MAN, I love these “damned if you do, damned if you don't” scenarios!
DT: Rocko is ALMOST UP...
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*NINE!!!*
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DT: ...and HE MAKES IT!! Oh man, he was only a COUNT AWAY from being retired!
Crowd: *POP!!!*
DM: No time to rest easy, cause here comes Stalker, SWINGING THE CHAIR -- OH, BUT ROCKO DUCKED IT!!
MN: SWING, battah!!
DT: Stalker SPINS around... and HE GETS STUNG IN THE FAST WITH A LEFT JAB!! There's ANOTHER!! Stalker being MOVED BACK now as Daymon uses that GOOD arm to FIGHT BACK!!
DM: Good move by Rocko! Stalker didn't even SEE IT COMING... and OH MAN, he just BLASTS Stalker with a LEFT-HANDED RUNNING LARIAT that sends him OVER the ropes and into the adjoining ring!
DT: Finally, Daymon separates himself from Stalker and the steel chair still clutched in the madman's hands... even if it's only temporary... but wait a second, Daymon taking NO TIME to rest... he BOOSTS HIMSELF TO THE NEAR TOP ROPE!!
DM: Stalker's still fumbling to his feet... he rises, just as ROCKO DIVES OFF WITH A MISSILE DROPKICK -- !!
*CRACK!!*
Crowd: *POP!!!*
DT: JESUS, HE DROPKICKED HIM WHILE HE WAS HOLDING UP THE CHAIR!!! Stalker just received a FACEFUL OF HIS OWN WEAPON... and now HE'S BUSTED OPEN!!
MN: What the hell was he trying to do just now?! Use the chair to DEFEND HIMSELF?!
DM: I don't know, but that DARING attack just knocked Stalker UNCONSCIOUS!!
*ONE!!*
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*TWO!!*
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*THREE!!*
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*FOUR!!*
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DT: Daymon finally has the opportunity to rest up, leaning against the ropes... he looks like he's in an UNIMAGINABLE amount of pain right now!
DM: That arm could be dislocated... broken... he could have torn an ACL... we just don't know right now, Dave. But if Stalker keeps coming back for more, he's only going to put himself more at risk!
*FIVE!!*
MN: Speaking of people coming back for more...
DT: Oh boy... Stalker COMING TO now... he's got five more counts!
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*SIX!!!*
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*SEVEN!!!*
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DM: Stalker on his hands and knees, but he looks legitimately stunned and disoriented! Man, that dropkick knocked Stalker into next TUESDAY!
MN: Lucky him! The casino down the block has half-off slot machines on Tuesdays!
*EIGHT!!!*
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DT: Stalker... trying to RISE... but he STUMBLES!!
DM: Oh, this going to be close!
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*NINE!!!*
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DT: Stalker, reaching for the ropes... PUSHING with everything he's got...
...
DM: AND HE MAKES IT!!
MN: Oh, but just barely...
DT: The fans let out a sigh of dismay... but Stalker stays ALIVE in this Last Man Standing match!
DM: Rocko stepping up to continue... but Stalker SEES the left hand coming this time! He counters with a boot to the gut --
DT: EVENFLOW!!! THAT CAME OUT OF NOWHERE!!!
MN: OH, SNAP!!
DM: FLOWING DDT FACE-FIRST INTO THE CANVAS!!! That was PURELY OUT OF DESPERATION, but it was EXACTLY what Stalker needed to stop the momentum of Rocko Daymon dead in its tracks!
DT: That could have been IT right there!! Both men lying MOTIONLESS on the mat now...
*ONE!!*
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*TWO!!*
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*THREE!!*
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*FOUR!!*
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DM: With all the blood loss and the excruciating circumstances of this match... I'd be hard pressed to believe if EITHER of these men had the energy to continue!
DT: Stalker showing signs of life... now trying to get to his feet! He'll make it, but still NOTHING out of the former World Champion!
*FIVE!!!*
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*SIX!!!*
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*SEVEN!!!*
DM: Wait a second... Rocko Daymon is showing SIGNS OF LIFE!! My God, he's close enough to the ropes that he can actually MAKE IT!!
DT: Stalker can hardly believe it! Daymon, grasping for the ropes, trying to PULL himself up!
...
Crowd: “ROCK-O!! ROCK-O!! ROCK-O!! ROCK-O!!”
*EIGHT!!!*
...
MN: No, you idiot, use BOTH arms!!
DM: He can't use the right arm, Neels...
MN: Oh yeah, I forgot...
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*NINE!!!*
DT: Daymon is ALMOST UP!! Can he MAKE IT!?
...
DM: HE DOES!!! ROCKO DAYMON RETURNS FROM AN EVENFLOW!!
MN: You know, strangely... I'm not surprised.
DM: They don't call him “The Undying” for nothing! Stalker is FURIOUS at what he sees, and now he's accusing the ref of counting too slow!
MN: I wouldn't say he was SLOW, but he was definitely being dramatically hesitant!
DT: Stalker is looking to FINISH THIS for once and for all! He's setting that chair FLAT in the center of the ring...
DM: I see where THIS is going, and it doesn't look GOOD for Rocko!! Daymon's on his feet, but he's HARDLY able to defend himself! Stalker takes a handful of his hair and leads him over to the chair now... going for ANOTHER EVENFLOW --
DT: NO!! Stalker GETS LIFTED OFF HIS FEET -- AND DAYMON COUNTERS WITH A ONE-ARMED SPINEBUSTER -- !!!
SFX: *CRACK!!!*
Crowd: *POP!!!*
DT: -- GOOD GRAVY, HE DROPPED HIM RIGHT ON THAT STEEL CHAIR!!! Stalker is WRITHING ON THE MAT IN AGONY!!
DM: That weapon of his came back to haunt him! Daymon with a chance to TURN THIS AROUND now... he's STALKING THE STALKER now by measuring his distance in the corner and preparing to STRIKE!! Stalker getting to his feet and clutching his spine... turning around -- AND DAYMON SPEARS HIM OUT OF HIS SHOES!!!
MN: Speared him clear into the OTHER RING!!
DT: HOLY TORPEDO!! Rocko Daymon fired out of that corner like a HUMAN BALLISTA, and it nearly BROKE STALKER IN HALF!! Stalker is taking a BARRAGE of HARD LEFT HANDS to the face, just busting him open even MORE!!!
DM: Right arm be damned, Daymon is a MAN ON FIRE here tonight!! Bringing Stalker to his feet now... and DUMPS what's left of the bleeding and bruised maniac into the corner! The fans CHEER!! They know THIS IS IT!!!
DT: Rocko is drawing back for distance... Stalker has been pummeled into a DAZE!! Daymon PUMPS THE FIST and CHARGES IN...
DM: ...OOOOH MY, he NAILS the BACK-FIRST SPLASH!!! Stalker was just CRUSHED IN THE CORNER by THE FREIGHT-TRAIN FORCE of that DEVASTATING BODY ATTACK!!
MN: Thoroughly PANCAKED!!!
DT: Stalker falls FLAT to the mat, and Daymon PUMPS UP THE CROWD!!
Crowd: “ROCK-O!! ROCK-O!! ROCK-O!! ROCK-O!!”
DT: THIS IS IT!! Daymon PICKING UP the motionless form of Stalker off the mat... goes for the DOUBLE-UNDERHOOKS... and THERE'S THE BRAIN RO -- err, no! Daymon STRAINING to lift the weight of Stalker, but... can't seem to manage it with his ARM the way it is!
DM: That right arm is SHOT, and there's no way he can pull off that facebuster without the use of BOTH arms!!
MN: Man, if he blows it here, he's NEVER going to outlive it! This is like the story of his entire career!
DT: Daymon TRYING AGAIN... NO!! He WINCES IN PAIN and drops Stalker after lifting him only a few INCHES!! I don't think there's enough left in that arm that he can pull it off!
DM: Stalker ESCAPES with the BACK BODY DROP!! Daymon TOOK TO LONG, and now Stalker's SNAPPED BACK INTO THIS!!
DT: Daymon trying to rise, but Stalker RUNS IN WITH THE SOCCER KICK -- OH, SHIT -- ROCKO'S RIGHT ARM JUST SHOT UP AND CAUGHT IT!!!
DM: WHAT THE HELL?! That arm was COMPLETELY LIMP!!!
MN: HALLELUJAH, it's a MIRACLE!!
DT: The TENACITY of ROCKO DAYMON!! Stalker in caught off guard in surprise, and Daymon WHIPS his leg around! Quick one-toed spin by Stalker, who runs right into a boot to the gut, and --
DM: AND DAYMON FOLLOWS WITH THE BRAIN ROCKER!!! HE GOT HIM!!
DT: SOMEHOW, SOME WAY, Rocko Daymon was able to MUSTER UP THE STRENGTH and UNLEASH THE FURY OF THE BRAIN ROCKER!! That must have been UNIMAGINABLY PAINFUL for him to pull off, but that may have very well been the NAIL in the COFFIN for Stalker!
*ONE!!!*
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*TWO!!!*
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*THREE!!!*
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DM: Daymon still has risen off the mat, still holding that right arm of his. Who knows what kind of permanent damage he's sustained at this point! Win or lose this match, I'm not sure if he HAS a career either way at this point!
DT: Signs of life out of Daymon, but nothing yet from Stalker...
*FOUR!!!*
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*FIVE!!!*
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*SIX!!!*
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DT: Daymon finally snapping to and getting up... and Stalker rolling over now! He looks OUT of it!!
DM: Stalker is weakly crawling for the ropes! He doesn't even have the strength to STAND at this point!
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*SEVEN!!!*
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DM: Daymon is to his HANDS AND KNEES... and Stalker's fingers are just BARELY grazing the bottom rope!
DT: Both men's CAREERS are on the line! It is IMPERATIVE that one of them makes it to their feet! Daymon's getting close, but Stalker may not make it!
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*EIGHT!!!*
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DM: Daymon is UP!! He just POPPED TO HIS FEET!!
Crowd: *POP!!*
DT: Hard to believe in spite of all the pain and bloodshed he's gone through in this war, he's STILL standing strong!! Stalker, meanwhile, reaching for the MIDDLE rope...
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*NINE!!!*
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DT: HE LOST HIS GRIP!!
DM: OH WOW!! THIS IS IT!! But Stalker... lunging for the ropes AGAIN in DESPERATION!!!
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*TE --*
MN: JESUS HAIRY-ASSED CHRIST, HE JUST CAME BACK FROM THE DEAD!!!
DT: MY GOD, I CAN'T BELIEVE WHAT I JUST WITNESSED!! In a final moment of despERAtion, Stalker reached up, grabbed the top rope, and just YANKED himself back to his feet at the VERY LAST SECOND!! Stalker is up, but STUMBLING against the ropes!!
DM: He's STILL out of it!! I think it was merely INSTINCT that told him to reach up and PULL with all the strength he had left! Unbelievable as it may be, Stalker SURVIVES just a bit longer... but now he is at the whim of Rocko Daymon to be finished off!
DT: Daymon looking around the ring now... he looks to the fans, and points to... HE POINTS TO THE NEW ERA COMMENTARY TABLE!!!
Crowd: *POP!!!*
MN: Oh, THANK YOU for choosing their table!! I think New ERA's production crew makes them out of asbestos and fiberglass, come to think of it...
DM: Daymon is looking to send Stalker into the ninth circle of hell with STYLE!!! Daymon bringing Stalker to his feet, and... wait a second, he's leading him over to the TURNBUCKLE?!
DT: What is going on here... wait, Daymon going up top now! He CAN'T be thinking of what I'm THINKING he's THINKING OF!!
MN: I think that he thinks he is! ...wait, WHAT?!
DM: Daymon on the TOP ROPE... looking RIGHT AT THAT UNOCCUPIED COMMENTARY TABLE!! Oh man, the New ERA commentary crew is going to be PISSED when they get back from their coffee break!!
DT: Daymon HOOKS THE ARMS of Stalker... lifting him up for a TOP-ROPE BRAIN ROCKER --
DM: STALKER SLIPS OUT!!
Crowd: “BOOOOOOO!!!”
MN: HUH?!
DT: Oh CHRIST!! Stalker STILL HAS THE RIGHT ARM HOOKED... and he DRAGS DAYMON RIGHT OFF THE TOP ROPE!!! Stalker SETS THE LEGS, and --
DM: HE'S GOT A FUJIWARA ARMBAR LOCKED IN!!! I can't believe what I'm seeing... STALKER'S PULLING OFF A SUBMISSION HOLD!!
Crowd: “BOOOOOOO!!!”
MN: It's a SIGN OF THE APOCALYPSE!!
DT: Stalker's got that hold CINCHED IN around the damaged RIGHT ARM of Daymon, and Rocko is HOWLING in agony and pain!!!
DM: That was the SAME MOVE that forced Rocko to tap out and lose the New ERA of Wrestling's World Heavyweight Championship to Shawn Hart, and by the look of that form... I'd say that Stalker was studying some of Hart's TAPES!!
DT: Unlike that match, there are NO tap outs here tonight! Daymon can only POWER his way out, but clearly, he can't fight off THIS pain! Stalker is TWISTING RELENTLESSLY at his wrist, just GRINDING that shoulder in the socket!!
DM: Daymon is... wait a second, Daymon stops moving... I think... yes, HE'S OUT!! ROCKO DAYMON HAS PASSED OUT FROM THE PAIN!! It was just TOO MUCH FOR HIM!!
DT: God, he was only SECONDS AWAY from finishing of Stalker! Stalker now FINALLY breaking the hold... and the referee BEGINS the count!
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*ONE!!!*
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*TWO!!!*
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*THREE!!!*
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*FOUR!!!*
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Crowd: “ROCK-O!! ROCK-O!! ROCK-O!! ROCK-O!!”
DT: The fans are trying to rally behind the ONLY man to ever be World Champions of both Empire Pro and New ERA! But Daymon, showing NO signs of life! Even STALKER is having trouble getting to his feet!
DM: Stalker's taken QUITE the beating in this match... and now with the help of the ropes, tries to pull himself back to his feet...
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*FIVE!!!*
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*SIX!!!*
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DM: Stalker is UP... but STILL no signs of life out of Rocko Daymon!
DT: This COULD BE IT!!
MN: For his sake, he better HOPE that's it!
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*SEVEN!!!*
...
MN: ...is he DEAD?!
DM: NO, he's still breathing... but with only three moments away, there's NO WAY he can make it back now!
DT: Come on, Rocko!
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*EIGHT!!!*
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DT: DAYMON'S EYES SNAP OPEN!! He's AWAKE!!
DM: Daymon trying to ROLL OVER and PUSH HIMSELF UP...
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*NINE!!!*
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DT: ...OH NO, HIS RIGHT ARM JUST GAVE OUT!!!
MN: GAME OVER, BUDDY!!!
*TEN!!!*
SFX: *DING! DING! DING!!*
DM: IT'S OVER!!
[CUE UP: “Did My Time”. Victorious, Stalker falls into the ropes with his arms thrown into the air! Daymon lies stunned on the mat, looking lost and absolutely shocked without words.]
TF: Ladies and gentlemen... the WINNER of this match... and LAST MAN STANDING... ST --
[Without warning, Tony Fatora is cut off. Stalker, having sprung to the outside, discourteously RIPS the mic out of his hand.]
Stalker: SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!
Crowd: “BOOOOOOO!!!!”
DM: I guess we're going to get words from the winner...
DT: Oh, geez...
[Snarling, Stalker rolls back into the ring and gets to his feet.]
Stalker: LISTEN UP, you ungrateful bastards, and LISTEN WELL!!
[His eyes are WILD as he glares into the audience.]
Stalker: All my LIFE, you misERAble pieces of shit have LOOKED DOWN ON ME... SPAT ON ME... called me WORTHLESS... called me GARBAGE... called me a FREAK or a PSYCHO!! And yet all I've EVER BEEN is a reflection of your all the dirty sins and vices you like to do but never talk about!
Crowd: “PLEASE-SHUT-UP!! PLEASE-SHUT-UP!! PLEASE-SHUT-UP!!”
Stalker: You all thought I was CRAZY... but as it turns out... I'M THE ONLY ONE IN THIS FUCKING ASYLUM THAT'S SANE!! I came out here tonight and did what NOBODY ELSE in this industry COULD do!!
[He points back to the corner where the ref and medical staff are still tending to the injuries of Rocko Daymon.]
Stalker: I KILLED the very man that claimed he COULDN'T DIE!!
DT: Would somebody cut this maniac's mic already?!
Stalker: TONIGHT... I did the very thing I promised I would do! I ENDED ROCKO DAYMON'S CAREER!!
Crowd: “BOOOOOOOO!!!”
Stalker: TONIGHT... it doesn't matter if you came to support Empire Pro or New ERA!! Wherever you hang your hat, TONIGHT is your last chance to gain a glimpse of professional wrestling's BIGGEST FARCE!!! TONIGHT will forever bear the memory of MY CONQUEST!! TONIGHT -- !!
[He is abruptly cut off and spun around by... ROCKO DAYMON.]
DM: FINALLY!!
DT: Daymon POPS HIM IN THE MOUTH WITH A BIG RIGHT HAND!!!
Crowd: *POP!!!*
MN: Hey, I know he was knocked out, but did anybody let him know the BELL RANG?!
DM: Rocko Daymon is giving Stalker a PARTING MEMORY!! Stalker is backed into the corner, and Daymon RELENTLESSLY POUNDS AWAY AT HIS FACE!!!
DT: The combined EPW and NEW officiating teams tries to pry him, but he SHAKES THEM AWAY and continues to PUMMEL STALKER INTO THE MAT!! Now he's STOMPING FURIOUSLY AWAY AT HIS FACE!!! Daymon is trying to STOMP THE LIFE OUT OF STALKER!!
MN: Man, what a sore loser... I mean, yeah, Stalker was kind of trashing him there, but that's what you GET when you lose!
DT: Daymon FINALLY backs off and stomps away from the broken remains of Stalker, leaving the medical staff to tend to HIM now! You can call it cathartic, or --
DM: Wait a sec, he's COMING BACK FOR MORE!! Daymon SHOVES the medics aside and brings Stalker with him UP THE TURNBUCKLE NOW!!!
SFX: *DING-DING-DING-DING!!!*
Crowd: “ROCK-O!! ROCK-O!! ROCK-O!! ROCK-O!!”
DT: I guess Rocko Daymon is NOT LEAVING THIS ARENA until he puts Stalker through a TABLE!!
DM: Well, if he's leaving behind his career, he might as well leave behind a CORPSE as well!
MN: Come on, he doesn't have the power left in that right arm to do ANYTHING at this point. Bet you five bucks he blows it.
DT: Daymon hooking the arms... LIFTING STALKER UP OVER HIS SHOULDERS...
DM: Five bucks, Neels.
MN: I hate Vegas...
DT: Daymon with STALKER SUPPORTED OVER HIS SHOULDER... comes LUNGING OFF THE TOP ROPE...
SFX: *CCCRRRAAAAASSSSSHHHHH!!!!!*
Crowd: *POP!!!*
DT: HE JUST PUT STALKER THROUGH THE NEW ERA TABLE WITH A BRAIN ROCKER FROM THE TOP ROPE!!! STALKER HAS JUST BEEN DESTROYED!!!
[The combined officiating team quickly hurries over to the site of the crash and pulls pieces of the table away to reveal both men laid out amid the wreckage. Daymon looks slightly stunned, but quickly shakes it off and JUMPS back to his feet to draw a POP from the crowd!]
MN: I think Rocko Daymon has gone the way of Stalker, cause he is just freaking CRAZY!! Somebody call the PADDY WAGON and get this nut out of here!
Crowd: “ROCK-O!! ROCK-O!! ROCK-O!! ROCK-O!!”
DM: I believe the medical officials are calling in a stretcher for Stalker. It might be... oh, you've gotta be kidding me...
MN: HUH?!
DT: Here comes ROCKO AGAIN!! Rocko PUSHING THE MEDICS ASIDE and bring STALKER OFF THE FLOOR!!!
MN: No... NO!! NOT OVER HERE!! COME ON, you just PUT HIM THROUGH A TABLE!!
DM: Rocko DUMPS Stalker right on TOP OF THE TABLE!! Guys, I think it would be a good idea to clear out!!
DT: I'm with you there, Dean-O!
[Dave and Dean simultaneously drop their headsets and run clear. Neely lingers, coming to his feet and continuing to plead. Daymon hops onto the commentary table and lifts Stalker up into a standing head-scissor, pumping his FIST to the fans again!]
MN: Oh, FUCK this!!
[Neely drops his headset and jumps out of the way. Daymon hooks the arms... lifts Stalker up... and DESTROYS THE EPW COMMENTARY TABLE by putting Stalker through it with and over-the-shoulder version of the BRAIN ROCKER!! The fans POP TREMENDOUSLY as Daymon rises to his feet and pumps both arms into the air.]
[Before leaving the unmoving body of Stalker to the medic staff, Rocko visibly SPITS ON HIM and walks over to the ring to retrieve the mic dropped earlier.]
Daymon: Ladies and gentlemen... announcing the WINNER of this match...
[He gestures over to Stalker as he is being lifted onto a stretcher. The camera zooms in on his face to show that he IS conscious, though groaning and in a phenomenal amount of pain.
Daymon: ...Stalker...
Crowd: “BOOOOOO!!!”
[Stalker is led back up the ramp strapped to the stretcher. Daymon raises the mic again.]
Daymon: And now... announcing the LAST MAN STANDING...
[His free arm -- ironically, his RIGHT arm -- pumps up into the air.]
Daymon: “THE UNDYING”... ROCKO DAYMON!!!
[The fans POP TREMENDOUSLY! Both members of EPW and NEW's ring crews move in to move the rest of the destroyed tables and replace them with new ones. Daymon makes his way up the ramp to the back, stopping for a final time to grace the fans a last image of him on the stage with his right arm held high in the air, then exits through the curtain.]