Shinji: Karl, are you ready for this? This is a big match.

Karl: I’m ready.

Shinji: Are you sure? Are you taking anything for granted?

Karl: I never have done in that ring, and I never will. You don’t get these opportunities by taking things for granted in that ring.

Shinji: True, but are you not overconfident in your own abilities?

Karl: Not in any way shape or form.

Shinji: Then, how will you act out there ?

Karl: The same way I did against Maelstrom, or The Watcher, or Dakota Smith, or Christian Sands, or Adam Benjamin, or any of the people I’ve faced in the past. I’ll go in as always, giving it everything I’ve got.

Shinji: Will is be enough?

Karl: I’ll know that when the match is over. Until then, I can only think it’s not enough.

Shinji: Are you ready to face a man who considers you a friend?

Karl: Outside the ring, we can be friends. Inside the ring, it’s all business. We’re opponents, and whilst I may respect Troy, there’s no way I’m letting that interfere with the match at hand. We’ve both worked too long and too hard for either of us to give the other an inch. I know he, nor Walker, will give me an easy match, so neither man can expect me to give in easily either. Mutual respect can wait for a drink after the show.

Shinji: Then I think there is nothing else for me to say. Good luck, Dragon. I will be watching from the monitors.

Karl: Thanks, Shinji. I’ll see you after the match.

[Shinji leaves the room, as Brown stands, taking a few deep breaths.]

[The scene opens to an abandoned warehouse. In the center of the shot is a dusty old wrestling ring set up with promotional posters littered all over the ring and ground. In the corner is a small television screen with a VCR next to it. The only light is coming through the broken shingles from the roof. In another corner we see a man with a long black leather jacket with his face turned from the camera's view. The man slowly walks over to the TV and VCR. He pops in a tape and turns on the television. The camera zooms in on the TV. For a few seconds we see snow, and then an image pops up...]

Walker with the TKO Driver! It's all over! (One, Two, KICKOUT!!!!) Walker can't believe it! AOD takes advantage, GOING HOME!! We've got a new World Champion! The cover! (One, Two ... KICKOUT!!!!!!) Oh my GOD! Walker kicked out of the Going Home! AOD is dumbfounded! TKO 2.0! Walker hits the fireman's carry into a reverse brainbuster! He makes the cover! (One, Two, KICKOUT!!!!!) Oh man, ladies and gentlemen, when I said this would be an interesting match, I had no idea this would happen! Walker grabbing AOD now as he was getting to his feet. What's this?? TKO III! This has got to be it! The cover! (One, TWO, THREE!!!!!!!!)

Voice: That was the last time that Tyrone Walker defended the LCW World Championship.... That was the last time Tyrone Walker answered a challenge. That was the last I ever saw of Tyrone Walker...

[The scene changes as we see a figure standing in front of the only sunlight coming into the room. The figure's face cannot be seen.]

Voice: Tyrone Walker, I have hunted you down. I have finally found you. Here in the bowels of Empire Pro Wrestling... You have dodged me time and time again...

[The man walks towards the dusty wrestling ring but still we cannot make out his face.]

Voice: In Limestone City Wrestling, I earned a match with you for the title. I begged for it... But at every opportunity I was denied. Whether it be by you or by that idiot of a promoter... Bottom line is that I never received my shot to prove to the great Tyrone Walker, that I was better than he.

[The man stands as we close in on his face.] Voice: Well tonight Walker, you will be wrestling for a shot at the EPW World Heavyweight Title. And I will be watching....

[The camera fades to black...]

Voice: And you won't know where I will be coming from... But rest assured...

[Silence...]

Voice: I AM COMING!

[Fade out]

MN: ...What was THAT all about?

DT: No idea, but apparently someone out there has business with Tyrone Walker.

MN: Gee, how'd you guess?

DT: In any case, let's move on to our next match here tonight. Folks, this next match is a triple threat contest, and the last man standing will walk out with the right to challenge for the Empire Pro World Title!

MN: Whennnn?

DT: Preferably at the next Pay-Per-View, but the number one contender can demand his shot at any time.

MN: Even at dinnertime?

DT: On any SHOW he wants.

MN: Ohhhhhhhh.

DT: Let's head down to the ring, where three of EPW's finest will face off for a shot at the gold!

TONY FATORA: Th' following contest is scheduled for one fall! It is a three-way elimination match and will determine the number one contender to the World Heavyweight Championship!

[CUE UP: "Kashmir" by Led Zeppelin. As the opening chords of the song play, the arena lights go to dark, and red and blue spotlights slowly wind throughout the arena. As Robert Plant starts singing, 4 words flash in sequence on the big screen in white..."END...OF...THE...ROAD". As Plant sings "All will be revealed", a single loud cannon shot brings the lights back and Troy Douglas emerges from the entranceway, walking down the ramp and playing to the crowd. Behind him, a montage of Troy in the ring plays on the screen. CUT TO: Troy hitting the "Off the Edge" Shooting Star Press on Stephen Waltz. CUT TO: Troy knocking DreamMaker out of the ring at GXW Genesis to win the X-treme Title. CUT TO: Troy hitting Cameron Cruise with the Broken Dream facebuster suplex. CUT TO: Troy with an Implant DDT on Clapper at Battleground Britain. CUT TO: A sequence of Troy hitting the End of the Road on various oppoenents, with the tape accelearting as it runs its course. As Troy slides into the ring, we here one more cannon shot while he salutes the crowd.]

DT: Introducing first... He hails from Greensboro, North Carolina... He weighs in at two hundred and sixty pounds... He isssss TROOOOOOOOOOOY... DOOOOOOOOUGLAAAAAAASSSSSSSS!!!

[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 and pyro to explode from the side of the stage. 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 vaults over the top rope, 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.]

DT: From Nottingham, England... He weighs in at two hundred and eleven pounds... He isssss KARRRRRRRRRRRRL... THE DRAGOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNN... BROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWNNNNNNNNN!!!

[The lights dim as the voice of Jamie Madrox booms over the PA and the beats kick in beginning Twiztid's "Where It's Goin Down." A single spot light shining down at the entrance way shows Tyrone Walker walking from behind the curtains and to the edge of the entrance way where he stops to scan the building, taking in the entire view for a moment. As the moment passes he turns his attention back to the ring and begins to casually stride to the ring making sure to take his time before he reaches the ringside area. Taking a few quick steps he leaps from the floor to the ring and hurls himself over the top rope and landing on his feet. Taking a few steps into the ring he shuffles over to the farside corner and leans casually into the turnbuckles as he waits...]

DT: And finally, from Detroit, Michigan... He weighs in at two hundred and thirty pounds... He issss TYROOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNE... WAAAAAAAAAALKEEEEEEEERRRRRRRR!!!

[SFX: *DING* - Bell rings.]

DT: The clash of styles here is really quite interesting, Mike. On one hand you have Douglas, the biggest man in the match. Then you have the lightning-quick technique of Brown and the innovative high-flying of Walker.

MN: Speak for yourself. I have a cheeseburger.

DT: ...That IS a cheeseburger you're holding!

MN: Damn right, burgerman! I got it delivered by Fat Jack's Burger Shack!

[The three men exchange looks, each one waiting for another to strike. Douglas slowly begins to maneuver towards Brown, who watches him carefully. The two exchange looks... then lock their hands and take Walker down with a tandem clothesline!]

DT: Team clothesline by Douglas and Brown! Looks like they're trying to pick off Walker in the early going!

MN: Mmm. Pass the ketchup.

DT: I don't HAVE any ketchup.

MN: Sure you do. You're the Burgerman!

[Walker pops to his feet, caught off-guard. However, Douglas smashes him with a running knee, sending the smaller man flipping to the mat. Brown, meanwhile, runs the ropes and dives onto Walker with a running senton. From there, Douglas brings Walker to his feet and body slams him with authority.]

DT: A huge slam from Douglas, as Walker's definitely in trouble here.

[As Douglas signals to him, Brown nods and hops onto the top rope. Douglas sets Walker up and whips him towards the corner. However, Walker reverses and shoots Douglas into the ropes, pushing him to the outside. Before Brown can come down, Walker rushes him and sets him up for a Rock Bottom, then leaps off the top with a moonsault! However, he doesn't get enough rotation, coming down hard on the top of his head!]

DT: There's a SKY-WALKER - OHHHHH!!!

MN: WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?!?!

DT: Folks, I-I think we've had an accident! It looked like Tyrone Walker didn't get enough air on the SKY-Walker and landed on his head!

[Shaking himself off, Brown comes to his feet and begins picking up Walker. However, Walker simply falls to the canvas in a limp heap. The referee drops to one knee to check on Walker, then stands up, crossing his arms over his head in an X pattern.]

DT: Uh-oh. Referee Andrew Gardell's signalling for the paramedics - it looks like Walker's hurt!

MN: Of course he is! He landed on his freakin' NECK!

[Emerging from the entrance tunnel, a team of paramedics roll a gurney down the ramp. Cut to crowd shots, then to a video package hyping up the main event as the match is halted for now...]