[Inside the arena. The crowd is jazzed so far with what has been going on this evening. Sunddenly, One Winged Angel begins to blast over the PA system as the crowd looks up the rampway. The lights begin to dim as the screeching and loud organ blasting continues over the PA system. As the crowd looks on, suddenly, the Tron begins to show scenes of a man training inside of a gym. As we listen to the latin being uttered by the choir, the camera does a quick pan around him as the main chorus kicks in. As the lyrics scream "Sephiroth" for the second time, we get a close-up of the face of the fighter: Damian Stone. Instantly, a bell tolls throughout the arena as suddenly the piano of Lose Yourself by Eminem begins to blast over the PA. As the guitar begins to play. Echo walks out wearing a nice Armani suit with a gold necklace around the collar as well as a gold 'leash-like' necklace around her neck. She stand there, a hand on her right hip, as the guitar kicks in and Eminem begins to speak. Out walks Damian Stone, dressed in black slacks, a black unbuttoned t-shirt with a white undershirt, dress shoes, and his black duster. They look around as the crowd begins to cheer them on. Both of them walk down the isle and toward the ring, slapping hands with the fans. Echo walks up the stairs as Damian grabs the top rope and pulls himself up. He steps over the top rope and then reaches over and lifts Echo into the ring. Damian then walks to the center of the ring and does the "Razor Ramon" taunt to the delight of the crowd. As he poses some more for the fans, his wife walks over a grabs a microphone. Coming back to the center of the ring, she hands it to Damian who smiles and receives it. Looking back to the crowd, he speaks]

"EPW. I stand before you once again humbled by the response I have been given this evening. And while I am humbled by what I have seen, I also know now that there is something that is weighing very heavily on my heart this evening. And tonight, what I thought would not be the reason of my apparent return here, it has came to fruition. You see, later on tonight, we are all going to witness a form of what everyone in the game called 'Extreme Wrestling.' Some call it garbage wrestling. Others call it a way to make sure a point gets put across. What I am referring to is the Triple Threat World Television Championship match between Ice Tre, Fussenhoff, and Stalker. Now, while I do not, in any circumstance, condone the fact that this match takes place...I am more interested in seeing what is done without the use of weapons."

[This startles the crowd.]

"You see, EPW, the game for me has changed. Here, it's not about how many chair shots I can take across the skull anymore. It's not about being the one who takes that fall off of the HIAC through some random ammount of crap outside. It's not about how much blood you shed anymore. It's now about change. It's a word that lately has been thrown around so much. Change. What can I change about myself here in the EPW that I cannot do in other places? I can answer that one with this simple phrase: the King of Xtreme. 

[He walks around the ring a bit as he speaks]

You see, that name has become synomous with garbage wrestling. All the chairs, the tables, the light tubes...that's why they now call me that. I was a man back then who reveled in shedding my own blood to make sure that the person I was facing would be bloodied as well by the end of the night. To me, I had to prove I had the biggest dick in the ring at that time and make sure that the person I was against could not hang with me. Period! END OF STORY!

It's funny...what happens...when you become a father."

[Damian looks to his wife, who smiles. Damian smiles back, then looks at the crowd]

"So I walked away all together from the business. I went home and I worked manual labor for a few months...went to school...became a teacher. I was a man who loved being around the fans and the kids. It was a dream job...but it also brought something to my attention that I had not known about. One day I asked one of my students what do you know about the legacy of Damian Stone. The response I got startled me. I thought it would be about matches that I had that told stories. Matches that showed people my inovative style as a man who could take any move and turn it into something so insane that people would be like STOP! Rewind that! I wanna see how he did that! What I got instead was this: 'Damian Stone, wasn't he that guy who claimed to be the master of Xtreme matches?' How 'bout this one? 'Damian Stone...didn't he fall through a HIAC and dent the ring in 99?'"

[Damian shakes his head. He then looks to the crowd]

"You want to know something? That was something that I was most dissapointed with about myself. And before any of you look at me and tell me that I did that to myself, let me say I agree with that statement. I did do that to myself. But that does not mean that I cannot CHANGE it. You see, it's now time for me to look myself in the mirror and realize that the word Xtreme will always be associated with me. But now it's time to discover if that word means garbage wrestler...or if that word means the most innovate mother in the world. So, while you three garbage wrestle, I'll be in the front row watching. And when you three decide whether who will walk out with the little trinket around your waist, I do hope you look over here at me. Because while I may not be the next opponet on your list of people to knock off, I'll be coming soon. I promise you that. Because it's time to prove to you all...

The King of Xtreme is BACK!

This little event of mine...is over."

[With that, he drops the mic to the floor as the crowd cheers. He walks over to his wife and gives her a hug and they both walk out of the ring together]

Stalker's Rules
EPW Television Championship
Fusenshoff (c) vs. Stalker


['Passenger' by Deftones hits the PA system. The fans boos are clearly heard as Stalker steps through the curtains in his usual jean pants and t-shirt. Walking steadily to the ring with a smile on his face.]

MN: There's the winner. He already won earlier by beating Fusenshoff down in the back.

DM: Wow.

[Stalker slides into the ring and casually sits in the corner as he awaits his opponent.]

[“Death Is This Communion” by High On Fire suddenly blares on and the fans react likewise into a loud cheer.]

DT: That's not Fusenshoff's music.

DM: No **** it's Rocko Daymon's!!

MN: Oh boy..

[The fans are pounding and cheering through the roof as Stalker just sits in the corner still smiling.... After a while the fans cheers turn into boos when they realize that Rocko Daymon isn't coming out. "Wherever I May Roam" by Metallica hits the PA system and the fans cheers return as Fusenshoff walks in a quick pace to the ring ready to beat the hell out of Stalker. He slides into the ring and Stalker stands up as the ref gets ready to ring the bell.]

DT: Alrighty folks, we got both competitors in the ring. Stalker vs. Fusenshoff.

MN: STALKER'S RULES! Remember that. 

DM: It'll be hard to forget, this Stalker loser is already holding a chair. It's funny though, he honestly thinks that playing this match under his rules will get him a win. He's a loser and always will be.

MN: We'll see about that, Dean.

DT: We certainly will and the referee has rung the bell and stepped back as Fusenshoff walks slowly over to Stalker who's grinning at him with the chair.

MN: Yes, Fusenshoff, fall into our trap!

DM: Our trap? Neely quit daydreaming. Fusenshoff knows damn well better then to get near that pyscho when he has that chair raised.

DT: Stalker is still grinning at Fusenshoff who's stopped in the middle of the ring contemplating what to do. Stalker throws the chair to the ground and signals Fuse to bring it. Fusenshoff charges at Stalker who ducks out of his way and nails him with a swift punch to the back of the head. Fusenshoff, shrugging it off, turns around and nails Stalker flat in the stomach with an elbow. Stalker stumbles back only to be grappled by Fusenshoff who executes a perfect suplex.

DM: See Neely.

MN: I don't see anything.

DT: Fusenshoff quick to pick Stalker back up grapples him again and executes another nice suplex. Fusenshoff, looks at the chair in disgust and kicks it out of the ring. Pulling Stalker up by the hair now... irish whip... clothesline! 

MN: Stalker's just feeling him out.

DM: Feeling what out? Stalker is garbage, always has been always will be. 

DT: Up to his knees now, Stalker looks at the waiting Fusenshoff and beckons him to bring it again. Fusenshoff, shaking his head walks over to Stalker and punches him square on the back of the head. Picking him up now, Fuse whips Stalker into the corner, charges at him with a driving knee. Stalker with the wind knocked out of him doubles over and Fusenshoff chops him back. Fusenshoff lifts Stalker up and sets him on the top turnbuckle. 

MN: He's just baiting him guys, trust me, Stalker is a veteran he knows what he's doing. 

DT: Stalker with an eye poke, followed by a kick to the face. Fusenshoff stumbles back, Stalker hops off the ropes, Fuse comes back for him but Stalker avoids his grasp. Stalker nails him with a knee to the back and Fusenshoff ignores it spinning around with a forearm that Stalker ducks again. Stalker hooks Fuse... back suplex! Immediately now, he slides out of the ring and grabs the chair he brought with him. 

DM: Garbage time.

DT: Sliding into the ring he opens the chair up as Fusenshoff is up to his feet now, Stalker with a running shoulder that send Fuse stumbling into the ropes. Stalker hooks him now, whipping him forward.... drop toe hold INTO the open chair!

MN: That's right. Good job Jason!

DM: Neely, anyone can do an effective move with a weapon, it takes a skilled wrestler like Fusenshoff to make that same effectiveness happen without a weapon.

MN: Whatever gets the job done, remember, STALKER'S RULES!

DT: Stalker, seeming pleased with himself, moves to the corner of the ring and relaxes a bit. Fusenshoff, certainly stunned, is picking himself up. Grabbing the chair in his hands as he does so. Folding it up now he turns around to face a smiling Stalker who's yelling at him... yelling at him to hit him with the chair!

DM: This guy is just stupid, this match should be called because of his actions.

MN: He's a mind gamer, Dean. Beats you with his superior thinking.

DM: Doubtful.

DT: Fusenshoff, looks at Stalker, shaking his head and tosses the weapon to the ground again and walks towards Stalker, who quickly drops to his knees and hits Fusenshoff with a low blow. Stalker quick to pick up the chair on the mat, lifts it up, CHAIR SHOT! CHAIR SHOT! CHAIR SHOT! 

MN: There we go!

DT: Three direct shots with the chair straight to Fusenshoff's back. He's yelling in Fusenshoff's ear.

MN: He's letting him know that if he wants even a chance to win he HAS to play by Stalker's rules!

DM: We'll see about that.

DT: Stalker doesn't look through with him, Fusenshoff's objection to using the chair seems to have fueled Stalker's fire. Stalker has the chair wedged into the corner and has Fusenshoff, groggy but standing... and he WHIPS him into the corner with the chair! A loud smack was heard when he hit that corner and fell face first to the mat. Fusenshoff looks to be trying to get up quickly though.. he's on his elbows and Stalker charges with a dropkick to the face!

MN: That looked like textbook wrestling to me.

DT: Lifting him up now, Stalker has control over Fusenshoff and he tosses him to the outside of the ring! Sliding out there with him now, Stalker is quick to take advantage and kicks Fusenshoff in the back of the head. Lifting him up now, Stalker slams Fusenshoff face first into the guard rail.... and AGAIN! Fusenshoff just got split open on that one. Blood starts to trickle down his face as Stalker smiles at him. Grabbing his arm now he WHIPS Fusenshoff into the stairs! Causing them to be knocked loose.

DM: You all wait and see when Fusenshoff gets control of this match back he'll be quick about putting Stalker down.

DT: Stalker looks to try and prevent Fusenshoff from ever getting back up as he now as a piece of the stairs above his head and brings it CRASHING down onto Fusenshoff's back! Stalker is very pleased with himself as he is smiling down at Fusenshoff. Tossing the stairs aside he brings Fusenshoff to his feet, wraps him up, Russian leg sweep into the guard rail! 

MN: Now this action is what the fans pay for, pure violence!

DM: I wouldn't pay money to see this, i'm only here because i'm being paid.

DT: Pulling Fusenshoff up Stalker hooks him and snap suplexes him back to the ground! Quick to his feet again Stalker climbs on top of the ring apron and sizes Fusenshoff up and jumps with a leg drop! He's laughing now as he gets back to his feet pulling Fuse up who's extremely dazed he slaps him across the face and does it again! Fusenshoff snaps back to reality and is staring angrily at Stalker who's just smiling at him. Motioning for him to come on, Fusenshoff does and grapples Stalker who reacts by driving a knee into Fusenshoff's gut.

DM: Fusenshoff shrugs it off and pushes Stalker back first into the ring apron and drives his shoulder into him again! 

MN: That's not going to phase Stalker one bit, look at him he's laughing at Fusenshoff!

DT: And he isn't liking it as he reaches back with all his might and nails Stalker with a fist to the gut, followed by a knee to the face that sends Stalker flat to the ground. Fuse picks Stalker up rolls him in the ring and slides in himself. Picking him up now Fuse hooks him, BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX! Letting out a fierce yell as he gets up Fuse seems like he's about to go on a roll. Lifting Stalker up by the hair now he slings him across the ring into the ropes... Stalker comes back into a SPINNING SPINEBUSTER! 

DM: That's what i'm talking about. Oooh.. look at that he just followed it up with a quick elbow drop to the groin area.

DT: He's not through yet as he is wrapping Stalker's legs up in a figure four leg lock. This is going to be extremely painful for Stalker as we all know he is still recovering from that leg injury. 

MN: Hah and he says that all he wants are fair fights. Look at him, he obviously knows an unfair advantage and he's using it.

DM: Shut up.

MN: No.

DT: Yes. Anyways, Stalker is wrenching himself back and forth trying his hardest to get free as he looks to be in severe pain from Fusenshoff's pressure. The look in Fuse's eyes shows he is simply not going to let go. Stalker is pushing himself backwards towards the ropes, even if he grabs them the hold will not be broke because this is a no rules match up.

MN: Stalker's rules match!

DT: Whatever. Stalker is getting closer.. and closer. Fusenshoff releases the hold, gets up, pulls him back away from the ropes and stomps hard on Stalker's knee. He yelps in pain as he rolls on his stomach holding his leg in pain. Fusenshoff wraps his arms around him, lifts him up, GERMAN SUPLEX with a bridge pin, the ref goes in for the count... 1....2...NO! Fusenshoff slaps the mat as he gets up and picks Stalker up with him. Hooks him again, NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX with a bridge pin... 1......2...NO!

DM: This is the end for him, Neely.

MN: We'll see about that. 

DT: Fusenshoff picks up Stalker again who is standing groggily in front of him, smiling. 

DM: How the hell.. this man is pyschotic.

DT: Telling him to bring it, yet again, Stalker does. Fusenshoff with a kick to the gut, WHISKEY BOMB! This has to be it! Fusenshoff goes in for the cover... 1.....2....3NO! Oh my god at the last second a shoulder up from Stalker. Fusenshoff is enraged! He looks down at Stalker shaking his head and looks around the ring and spots the chair still wedged in the corner. He walks over to it and grabs it. Looking at it now he shakes his head dropping it on the ground. 

DM: That's right he doesn't need that to win. 

MN: Against Stalker it doesn't matter what he has, he isn't going to put him down.

DT: Bringing Stalker to his feet, Fusenshoff looks ready to end this but Stalker pushes him off. He's yelling at him again, pointing at the chair telling him to do it!

DM: What the... 

DT: Cursing at him now, Stalker spits at Fusenshoff who charges at him, Stalker ducks spins Fusenshoff around, EVENFLOW DDT! He looks down at him now like a scolded dog and stomps Fusenshoff directly in the face causing his cut to open up even more then before. Stalker grabs him up by the arm and pushes him back into the corner turnbuckle. Stalker slaps him across the face to get his attention and walks away as Fusenshoff groggily steadies himself. Picking up the chair now Stalker walks back to him. He is staring at him now. 

MN: Here it comes, Stalker's going to finish him right now!

DT: Looks like yelling is more like it. He throws the chair at Fusenshoff and is yelling at him to pick it up. Fusenshoff is just simply staring at Stalker not giving him the pleasure of getting under his skin. Stalker is screaming at the top of his lungs now... what is he saying?

DM: He's saying 'Do it for your sister.'

DT: Oh my god Fusenshoff's eyes just lit on fire and he grabs the cha.... HOLY

DM: ****!

DT: The cameras in the arena were flashing like crazy as in one swift motion Fusenshoff grabbed the chair from the ground and crushed it over Stalker's head. Stalker is flat on the mat and Fusenshoff is wailing into him.. CHAIR SHOT.. CHAIR SHOT... CHAIR SHOT.... CHAIR SHOT! He goes to the ground now and is choking a motionless Stalker as the ref goes down for the count... 1.....2....3!! It's over!

DM: He wasn't pinning him he was choking him.

DT: That may be true but his shoulders were on the mat which makes it a pinning attempt. Now the ref is trying desperately to pull Fusenshoff off of him which he finally does but Fusenshoff slams the ref into the mat. 

MN: I knew he had no chance without using a weapon!

DM: He still won, genius. 

MN: I wouldn't say that... 

DT: What the hell.. is that.. Triple X?

DM: Yeah he just hopped the guard rail from the crowd and has the Television title belt in his hands. He's slding into the ring and Fusenshoff doesn't even see him, BELT SHOT to the back of the head! 

MN: Looks like he has another surprise on top of that.

DT: Are those handcuffs?

DM: Yup.

DT: Sean Stevens is pulling Fusenshoff to the corner and handcuffing him to the top rope. He's now yelling for a mic from the time keeper. Stalker who seems to be slowly stirring is getting to his knees. Stevens has his mic and hands it to Stalker. He's now crawling over to Fusenshoff as Triple X moves to a corner in the ring and watches. Stalker slaps him across the face a couple of times.

Stalker: WAKE UP!

[Fusenshoff's eyes barely open as he looks around confused about what just happened and becomes enraged as he realizes he's handcuffed to the turnbuckle.]

Stalker: I knew you had it in you kid. After these past few weeks of slowly driving my words into your head... I knew you would snap. And look at you.. finally did. You honestly think I cared... EVER about beating you? Or winning this god forsaken title?

[Jason Reeves points to the Television title that lay in the middle of the ring.]

Stalker: It was ALWAYS about you. You and your pain. Know this kid... KNOW IT. No one will ever feel sorry for you... EVER! No matter what your past was, no matter how much of a good guy you portray yourself as THEY WILL NEVER UNDERSTAND! You can try to make these pukes love you all you want but it won't matter. They want to watch you sweat and bleed do you honestly think they want to know WHY YOU DO IT? DO YOU!?!

[Fusenshoff spits in Jason's face.]

Stalker: Good.. show me your angry. Show me that you are not some mindless tool who 'focuses' on one match at a time. SHOW IT TO ME! Starting with next week's Aggression. Trip and I lay out a challenge to any three wrestlers in this building. Six man tag.... and Fusenshoff take ONE GUESS who our partner is. JUST ONE ****ING GUESS!

[He can be seen cursing at Stalker but the words can not be made out clearly.]

Stalker: You... Next Aggression show me WHAT YOU ARE ****ING MADE OF AND SHOW THESE DAMN FANS your true... side. Welcome them to OUR WORLD, Fusenshoff. Show them what it's TRULY LIKE!

[A thump can be heard as the mic drops to the ground as 'Passenger' by Deftones kicks on. Triple X Sean Stevens picks up the telvesion title and throws it at Fusenshoff's feet as The Fallen exit the ring.]

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