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Black Dawn 2004 - New York, NY - 3/18/04

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[There is darkness. In the background, "Shadow On The Sun" by Audioslave begins to play as the screen slowly lightens. We see a black-and-white shot of Beast gazing up at the heavens, which melts away into a shot of a brooding Christian Sands, similarly monochromatic. Both images slowly melt away to the image of the World Heavyweight Title.]

"The road to this place has been long and fraught with peril."

[We see intercut shots of Cameron Cruise, Troy Douglas, Jonathan Marx, and finally Rocko Daymon, insanity burning in his eyes.]

"Only the strongest survive to make it here."

[Shots of Karl Brown and Adam Benjamin are shown, most of them from their Mayhem Mountain match in MCW.]

"Some of those who have survived the journey have met."

[Images of Tyrone Walker, Cliff Young, and Brien Cage are shown, followed by shots of John Doe and Kevin Watson.]

"Others are meeting for the first time."

[We see a montage of images, this time of the Crimson Calling, Covert Ops, Blitz, and the Assassins.]

"But all who have gathered here know one thing."

[Several silhouetted figures are seen, their forms highlighted in white as the screen behind them ripples black.]

"They know that they have come to witness the dawn of a new day."

"A day heralded by... a Black Dawn."

[The chorus hits, and the screen shifts through a number of rapid action shots. We see various clips of Beast, Christian Sands, Adam Benjamin, Karl Brown, Cameron Cruise, Rocko Daymon, Troy Douglas, and others, intercut with the eerie white-silhouettes-on-black from earlier. Finally, the lyric "THE SHADOWS ON THE SUUUUUUUN" echoes across the soundtrack, and gold-black flame rips away the image on the screen to reveal a throbbing logo behind it.]



LIVE FROM MADISON SQUARE GARDEN


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[Cut to a shot of the stage. The riff of the chorus plays as burning gold and black pyro rise from a point in the center of the stage in rotating arcs, exploding around the screen and across the stage itself. Finally, several bomblike golden detonations go off around the ramp. The camera zooms in on the Empiretron and pans throughout the roaring crowd. Several signs are visible in the crowd: "BEAST IS A BEAST!!!", "I Came To See Karl Brown", "Hey Cam, Take A Long Cruise Off A Short Cliff!" "ENTER SANDMAN", "Throw Your Lighters Up For The Steel City Icon", "All Hail Emperor Marx!", "IVAN DALKICHEV STOLE MY CHEESEBURGER", "Be My Queen, Lindsay!", and finally, "DAN RYAN VS. THE INCREDIBLE HULK: BLACK DAWN 2005 MAIN EVENT".]

[Cut to ringside, where announcers Dave Thomas and Mike Neely sit. Thomas has traded in his EPW polo shirt for a more formal dress shirt and tie, while Neely has retained the polo shirt, but in typical fun-lover fashion he wears a Hawaiian shirt over it.]

DT: Madison Square Garden is on its feet! Welcome, everybody! Welcome to the Garden! Welcome to Black Dawn, live on DirectTV Pay-Per-View! I'm Dave Thomas, and with me as always is Mike Neely!

MN: I'm still waiting on my Biggie fries, *****.

DT: FAMILY SHOW-

MN: NOPE! We're on Pay-Per-View, so I can curse all I want, *****!

DT: Oh, brother. Folks, we've got a great card for you tonight, one that in my opinion is absolutely STACKED!

MN: Man, this lineup is the shiznit, dawg!

DT: We're going to see a cage match later tonight as John Doe and Kevin Watson have it out in a rematch of Doe's devising!

MN: I dunno about that Doe kid. He's insane! I heard he was in a mental institution 'cause he went nuts and killed someone. I sure as hell don't wanna be near him, man.

DT: We're also going to see four tag-teams go at it in a single-elimination match as Blitz, Covert Ops, the Crimson Calling, and the Assassins battle it out for tag-team gold!

MN: Now THAT oughta be pretty frickin' fun.

DT: In a rematch of a classic encounter from Major Championship Wrestling, Karl Brown takes on the only MCW Champion in history, Adam Benjamin, for our Intercontinental Title!

MN: Those two tore it up last time they had a match. This one should be pretty damn good, yo.

DT: We've got more four-way madness for you as Rocko Daymon, Cameron Cruise, Troy Douglas, and Jonathan Marx go head-to-head! The last man in the match wins a World Title shot, and the runner-up scores an Intercontinental title shot!

MN: Daymon's takin' that crap home, man. He's gonna go OFF on those guys, 'cause he's a maniac.

DT: And finally, in the main event, the World Title will be on the line for the very first time in a highly anticipated match, as Christian Sands and Beast go to war to determine who really is the best in the federation!

MN: Beast's been all big and dominant, yo, and Sands has been like a little *****, but he says he was foolin' about it. I dunno. That one's gonna rock ass either way.

DT: It certainly is - but let's kick things off with our first match of the evening!



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Triple-Threat Single-Elimination Match
Derek Stoltz vs. Tyrone Walker vs. "Silent Assassin" Brien Cage​

TF: Ladies and Gentleman, this is the first match of the evening, and it is a triple threat match.

[The image of blood drips over the live feed of the entranceway on the 'Tron for those live in attendance, and over the live view of the entranceway for those at home watching on television. The opening drumbeats of Black Label Society's "We Live No More" begin playing, and mist pours out from behind the entrance curtain. About 40 seconds into the song, when the vocals enter over the guitars, Cliff Young walks out from behind the curtain with Jesse White in tow. Cliff, sporting his black leather biker jacket over his tights, walks slowly down the ramp towards the ring while Jesse follows suit. Cliff rolls into the ring, and Jesse hops up onto the apron. Jesse steps over the top rope and into the ring while Cliff runs the ropes for a few seconds. The two meet in the middle of the ring, and then Cliff turns his back to his friend, dropping to a knee while his extends his arms out to the side. Jesse raises his fists into the air, and the two pose as flashbulbs go off all through the crowd. "We Live No More" begins dying down, and Cliff gets to his feet, sliding his jacket off and handing it to Jesse. Jesse steps over the top rope and to the ringside floor as Cliff is checked out by the referee for foreign objects.]

TF: Introducing first, accompanied to the ring by Jesse Wight, he weighs in at two hundred and fifty pounds, and hailing from Boston Massachusetts, "YOUNGBLOOD" CLLLLLIIIIIFFFFF YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

DT: Looks like Young's confident for this match. Should be an interesting one, with three of Empire's newer additions kicking off this event in a triple threat match.

MN: Man, this is gonna be great.

[As "We Live No More" fades out, 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...]

TF: Introducing, from Detroit, Michigan, weighing in at two hundred thirty pounds, TYRRRRRROOOOOOOOOONNNNNNEEEE WAAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLKKKKEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRR!!!!

DT: Walker had an impressive outing last Aggression, defeating Mike Gettis with the Broken Arrow. But I wonder what role if any Dean Matthews is going to play.

MN: That moment was great. Anything to see Matthews shut up for a few minutes has gotta be good, right?

[A heart with a knife through it appears on the Globe-a-tron. The words "Silent Assassin" surround the heart. Requiem (the fifth) by Trans Siberian Orchestra blasts through the speakers. Brien Cage emerges from behind the curtain. With eyes of a hungry tiger and a look of intensity on his face, he shakes loose his muscles before walking down the ramp towards the ring. After entering the ring he stands in the middle of the ring and holds up fist in the air]

TF: And their opponent, weighing in at two hundred and thirty nine pounds, and hailing from Washington DC, this is "THE SILENT ASSASSIN", BRIIIIIIIIIEEEEENNNNN...CAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

DT: Brien had a good outing at Aggression in his debut against Adam Benjamin, and he looks focused.

MN: I can't see which way this one's going to go, Dave. All of them are pretty similar.

[The bell rings, with all three men standing warily, not knowing who's going to go after who first. They all move slowly towards the centre of the ring, Walker nodding towards Young. Cage, nodding himself, turns to attack Young, connecting with three straight right hands, as Walker backs away, keeping out of the action as Young gets his own back, reversing an irish whip]

DT: Cage and Young look to be going at it, with Walker taking the smarter option of letting them wear each other down.

MN: Nice back body drop there, and Walker's still staying out of it. Cage looks to be hurting after that one.

[Indeed, Cage is hurting, holding his back as Young stomps on it a few times. Walker comes over to join him, but Young is having none of it, kicking Walker squarely in the gut, doubling him over and hooking his head. Turning away from the downed Cage, he connects with a vicious DDT on Walker. Rising, Young leaps into the air, landing with an elbow drop onto Cage's ribs]

MN: Ouch... Young really looking to make a name for himself, taking it to both Walker and Cage. Maybe that's why he was so quiet in the build-up?

DT: Could be. Young lifting Walker up now... knee to the gut by Walker. He whips him off the ropes... nice spinning elbow.

[Walker shakes his arm out from the impact, lifting Young from his new found place on the mat. He whips Young into the corner, following in with a running clothesline. He holds his opponent in the corner as he notices Cage rising, and signals to him to charge Young. Cage flies in with a splash in the corner, and both he and Walker set their respective foe up for a double vertical suplex]

MN: Oh man, nice teamwork here from these guys.

DT: Looks like neither man appreciated Young's offence, as they both stomp him while he's down. Cage now lifting him up...VICIOUS T-bone there.

MN: T-bone? You never told me you were ordering steak.

DT: ...

[Oblivious to Neely's remarks, Cage locks in an armbar on Young, keeping his eye on Walker all the while. Walker holds his arms up innocently, as he walks over to Young, stomping on his shoulder to further injure it. Walker then takes off to the far ropes, sprinting back in, before dropping an elbow...right on Cages ribs]

DT: So much for teamwork, eh Mike?

MN: I don't know how smart this is from Walker. He'd be better letting those two go at it and picking up the pieces.

DT: Good point.

MN: Yeah. And when's that steak gonna be here?

DT: Oh be quiet.

[Walker lifts Cage up, connecting with some snap half-turning kicks to his ribs. He hurls Cage over the top rope as Young recovers. Walker then whips Young into the corner, waiting for him to stagger to the centre of the ring, hitting a stiff super kick, before scoring with a somersault leg drop. Meanwhile, Cage has had time to recover, sliding back into the ring and driving an elbow to the back of the rising Walker. He hooks him from behind, signalling to Young, who rises groggily before planting a boot squarely in the gut of Walker, backing away a couple of steps, looking to connect with the Roaring Elbow]

DT: Walker's trapped.

MN: Young takes aim and...

[Walker escapes, ducking away and letting Young catch Cage right in the mouth with it instead. Cage stumbles back into the corner. Walker quickly stomps on Young behind the knee, then a hard kick to the midsection and an elbow smash to the face stun Young]

DT: Walker gets away and he just busted Young with a series of strikes.

MN: Vicious, but he's not done.

[Walker whips Young hard into the corner opposite of the one Cage is in. Walker follows up quickly crushing Young between himself and the turnbuckles with a Handspring Back Elbow.]

DT: Walker with shades of the Great Muta right there.

MN: Does that make him the Pearl of the Ghetto?

DT: ...

MN: What?

DT: Oy vey.

[Walker rebounds off Young's body and sprints to the other corner and caves in Cage's chest with a running dropkick, causing the fans to pop huge for the sheer impact. Cage crumbles to the mat and rolls to the outside where he clutches at his chest in pain]

MN: OOH MY GOD!!

DT: Walker damn near killed Cage with that dropkick!

[Not merely content with that, Walker gets up again, charging Young again. Unfortunately, he meets nothing but turnbuckle, as Young slips away, falling on all fours near the corner. Walker hits the corner hard, bouncing almost to the centre of the ring from the impact, clutching his chest. The referee looks around puzzled as all three men stay on the mat]

DT: All three men down. Some innovative offence there from Walker, but it caught up with him.

MN: That's what you get for trying too much I guess.

DT: My word.

MN: What?

DT: You've forgotten the steak already?

MN: Oh yeah...

DT: HA!!

[Cage is the first to rise, clearly winded from the impact. He kicks Walker in the head, before moving over to Young, connecting with a stalling suplex. Seeing Walker start to rise, and feeling generous, he gives Walker the same treatment, the crowd popping for the display of strength. Cage lifts Walker up again, whipping him to the ropes, catching him on the rebound with a spinning spine buster, floating over for the cover]

DT: That's the first cover of the match... two... Young breaks it up. Cage looks angry with him.

MN: Yeah, but that’s the thing with triple threats, you’ve got to keep two guys down.

[Cage rises quickly, hitting Young with a forearm to the face, followed by a knee to the gut, and a snap suplex. He lifts Young up again, whipping him to the ropes and following straight in with a shoulder block, knocking Young back onto the ropes. Cage steps back, charging in with a clothesline, knocking Young over the ropes to the outside, Young landing hard on the floor, clutching his knee]

DT: Cage dumps Young over the top.

[Walker, having had a few moments to recover, charges behind Cage, who ducks an attempted lariat and goes behind Walker pushing him into the ropes and rolls back with a rolling back cradle.]

DT: Cage rolling Walker up here.

MN: Swerve.

[Cage continues rolling so that he and Walker both roll back on to their feet. Cage waistlocks Walker and takes him over with a German Suplex, holds and rolls with it taking Walker over with a second.]

DT: Cage with a pair of Germans.

MN: And he's rolling with it again.

[Cage keeps his hold on Walker and rolls with it. Walker starts to fight out of it instinctively but that's put to a stop when Cage hammers him with a forearm to the shoulders and Walker stumbles forward a little. Cage quickly waistlocks Walker again draping an arm over his head. He lifts him up and Walker again tries fighting out of it punching him on the head.]

DT: Walker desperately trying to escape another suplex.

[Cage stumbles a bit and drops Walker forward letting his legs bounce off the ropes and tries slingshotting him over. Walker manages to roll back landing behind Cage and blasts him with an elbow smash to the back of the head.]

MN: Walker just pummels Cage with a hard shot to the head.

DT: Yeah but those two Germans have done a bit of damage as well.

[Walker tries to shake the cobwebs, shuffling after Cage, who is draped over the top rope trying to clear his head. Walker waistlocks Cage with one of his arms draped over his neck.]

DT: Walker now going for a suplex of his own.

MN: Wait this isn't a suplex Thomas...

[Walker pushes at Cage's leg and turns him in mid-air and hits a release Blue Thunder but Walker still being a little groggy just drops him over the top rope instead.]

[HUGE POP!]

DT: HOLY…

MN: I think everyone here agrees with you Thomas.

DT: Cage is dead, he's has to be after that!

[Walker slumps down on to the ropes and regains his wits. Meanwhile, Young has managed to recover somewhat. He rolls under the bottom rope, using the ropes to help him get to his feet, before walking slowly over to Walker. Hooking in a front face lock, Young tries to suplex Walker, who fights back with a couple of shots to the gut]

DT: Young now back on the attack, looking for the suplex.

MN: Walker’s having none of it though, fighting back…Young lifts him up…

[As Young lifts Walker up, Walker manages to push himself up and over his foe, landing behind him. He hits an elbow to the back of Young’s head, before spinning him round and hitting him with an inverted brain buster. Aka, the Broken Arrow]

DT: BROKEN ARROW…Walker covers….

ONE…

TWO…

THR…NO, Cage with the save. He lifts Walker, looking to put him away now… whip to the ropes… NICE flying forearm there by Walker.

[Cage tries to get up, but is met with a kick to the face from Walker, who lifts Cage up, setting him up for the Broken Arrow. Cage fights free, hooking Walker for a T-bone suplex, but Walker fights out of that, hooking the Broken Arrow again. Meanwhile, Young has moved up behind Walker, hitting him squarely in the back, hooking him in a full nelson before lifting him up and over for the dragon suplex, planting Walker on the back of his head]

MN: And Young’s back in it. I swear, this one’s too close to call.

[Young looks over towards Walker, seeing him on the mat holding the back of his head. Before he can look again, however, Brien Cage floors him with a clothesline. Cage then lifts him, locking in a hammerlock, before lifting Young up and dropping him on his arm. Not content, or perhaps wanting to end the match quickly, Cage runs the ropes, scoring a drop kick to Young’s face. Lifting Young up, he takes him over to the corner, lifting him onto the top rope, hitting him a couple of times across the chest before moving up to the second rope, setting him up for the T-bone suplex]

DT: Looks like a T-bone coming from the top rope.

MN: So THAT’S where you ordered it?

DT: …You’re annoying sometimes, you know that?

MN: So’s Walker, just ask Cage.

[Before Cage could suplex Young, Walker manages to hit a couple of forearms to his kidneys. Walker dumps Cage over the rope onto the floor, the smack as Cage hits the mats eliciting a mild pop from the front row fans. Walker slowly climbs the ropes, head butting Young]

MN: Walker setting up…something…

DT: Very astute there Mike. But this looks bad for Young, whatever it is.

MN: Now who’s being astute?

Young, almost sitting on his shoulders, before spinning round, connecting with a hurricanrana with high impact. He sits it out, hooking Young’s legs as the referee makes the count]

DT: HURRICANRANA FROM THE TOP… ONE…TWO….THREE!!! WALKER WINS IT!!

MN: Good win there for Walker…now, where’s my steak?

TONY FATORA: Here is your winner... TYROOOOOOOOOOOOONE... WAAAAAALKEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRR!!!



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DT: What an effort from these three young lions, but in the end it's Tyrone Walker who comes out on top!

MN: That kid's been impressive, yo. What's that thing he does, the Luke Skywalker? That's crazy shiz, yo!

DT: He certainly had made quite an impact here in Empire Pro Wrestling, Mike. Don't go away, fans! Up next, it's John Doe and Kevin Watson in a steel cage match!

MN: It's gonna be a madhouse, Wendy's Man. Now WHERE'S MY DAMN STEAK?!

DT: *sigh*
 

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[Following a commercial for Nag'N'***** cereal, we cut back to Madison Square Garden, where the fans are buzzing in anticipation.]
[Cue up: "Zero" by Smashing Pumpkins.]

[Thunderous crowd pop]

[CUT TO: 'Ego Buster' flashes across the screen in rapid contrasting black and white. CUT TO: Dan Ryan gorrilla presses Kevin Powers from inside the ring to the floor below. CUT TO: The word "YOU" flashes on the screen. CUT TO: Dan Ryan throws 'Living Legend' Mark Windham from the second level of Key Arena down to the first level. CUT TO: the word "ARE". CUT TO: Dan Ryan clotheslines 'Cocky' Craig Miles, nearly taking his head off. CUT TO: the word "BUSTED" CUT TO: rapid shots of Dan Ryan pulverizing opponents with the Humility Bomb, a last ride power bomb landing high angle on the neck.]

[Ryan walks deliberately to the ring and rolls in underneath. A moment later he is given a microphone and motions for the music to stop.]

Ryan: "Well then, I suppose I would be remiss without welcoming the great fans of Empire Pro to our very first Pay-per-view."

[mild applause]

Ryan: "Of course, that's not the main reason I'm out here."

"As you all know, one Marcus Bartholomew Wescott has had some choice words for me recently. You may remember his blood pressure rising as part of a rather lengthy rant toward me in regards to my behavior around one Miss Lindsay Troy."

[Fans "whoo" and whistle]

"Naturally, I was utterly shocked when he suggested to me that if I were to put Miss Troy into harm's way as part of her duties as my manager in NFW that he may have to physically insert himself into the situation."

"Now Mr. Wescott, certainly you don't expect me to believe that you have such a low opinion of your better half. Certainly it was simply a slip of the tongue on your part to suggest that Lindsay can't handle herself around a ring, yes?"

"Certainly a man such as yourself who actively competes alongside Miss Troy would not make a hypocrite of himself by suggesting that I have committed the great sin of 'letting' her come to ringside during a match. You said it was a dangerous match. True enough, it was a double cage match. The explosion wasn't exactly made known to those of us competing in it, but that's neither here or there."

"Then I thought, well maybe Mr. Wescott isn't used to such high stakes. Maybe having his girlfriend down at the ring during a main event made his little Beastie hairs stand on end. I can only assume that this is because of Mr. Wescott's own limited action on the high end of shows. But I digress, Marcus. Unfortunately, all of my matches are dangerous and have high stakes."

"And that leads me to wonder, why does this bother you? Have I treated her badly?"

"Of course not, in fact I treated her as an equal. And why is that, Marcus? I would offer that it is because of respect. And I would further offer up that you lack respect for your own girlfriend. You who claims to nobly protect her interest mocks her greatest obstacle in this sport. As she has fought for equality in a business dominated by men...and in fact flourished...you betray her trust in her in one moment by suggesting that the [in mock hick accent] little lady [back to normal] just can't handle herself down at the ring."

"In fact....."

[Dan Ryan is cut off as the lights in the arena cut out, plunging it into darkness. Although you can't see them, the crowd is begins to buzz as they're not quite sure what's going to happen next. The lights stay down for several moments with no action to be seen anywhere. Dozens of fans flick their lighters on in a pathetic attempt to see something... anything... but it's futile. Suddenly, a loud whisper comes across the PA...

"Cradles aren't for sleeping anymore..."

... followed by the sounds of monks chanting fills the arena, and the crowd, still in darkness, erupts into cheers. The monks continue chanting in the darkness for several more moments before a monstrous red, white, and orange pyro blast assaults the main stage *just* as the guitar to Nickelback's "Figure You Out" begins to blast over the PA, and the crowd gets to their feet and pops as Beast comes striding through the smoke of the pyro onto center stage, dressed in black jeans, black boots, and a skin tight black "Cradles Aren't For Sleeping Anymore..." t-shirt that shows off his powerfully ripped upper body, as the video screens light up with "BEAST" flashing in different styles and colors of text, mixed in with video clips of Beast executing various moves on his opponents, the last shot is of Beast nailing Christian Sands with the Absolution.

Beast just stands there a moment, taking in the cheers, and looking EPW owner Dan Ryan dead in the eye. He motions for his music to cut out, and he raises the microphone to speak...]

Beast: Why don't you just cut out the sh*t, Ryan!

[The fans let out a brief cheer.]

Beast: Is that what this is all about? Alright, man, it's your show, I suppose if you want to come out here and waste all these good people's time, well hey, I suppose you have that right. Now, I'm sure that the 20,000 plus people that spent their hard earned money and packed Madison Square Garden to see EPW's first ever Pay Per View...

[Crowd cheers.]

Beast: ... and watch me kick the crap out of Christian Sands...

[More cheers.]

Beast: ... would rather watch US do our jobs and put on a great wrestling show, rather than have no other choice but to watch your sorry ass force feed them a bunch of bullsh*t!

[Crowd cheers again, and Beast begins to make his way down to the ring.]

Beast: You were shocked when I came out here and tore you a new one about the way you treated Lindsay? What's the matter, Dan, didn't you know that chivalry is indeed not dead? Or have you just been locked up in your house in front of the television watching Skinemax and eating bags of Cheesey Dorito's for so long that you've forgotten that maybe, just maybe, when a guy's girlfriend comes home only to tell him she's lucky to be alive, that said guy might *just* be pissed off enough to want to hunt down the sonofa***** responsible and feed him his own testicles?

[The fans cheer as Beast enters the ring and stands about 10 feet from Dan Ryan, both men never taking their eyes off of one another. Ryan has a cocky grin on his face, while Beast looks like he's ready to explode.]

Beast: Now, before I let you put any more words in my mouth, I'll be the first to admit that because of the relationship that Lindsay and I have, and just the kinda guy I am, I tend to think of Lindsay more as a beautiful, intelligent, sexy woman first, and a knock down, drag out, kick ass professional wrestler second. However, that being said, I also know firsthand that Lindsay has the ability and the talent to step into this ring and go toe to toe with any man in this company, and she'd more than hold her own. Hell, that's why she's my tag team partner over in A1E. And she's also a big reason why we are the reigning A1E World Tag Team Champions. She can get the job done. You can attempt to mock me all you want, Dan, but I am of the opinion that Lindsay Troy is one of the greatest things to happen to professional wrestling in a long, long time.

I'm not going to hold her back. I'm not going to argue with you when you say that she's fought for equality among men. She certainly has. The only problem is with the people who won't give her a shot because they feel their own manhoods threatened when they see a woman beating them left right and center. They couldn't possibly live with themselves if they were beat by a woman. Insecure bastards, the lot of them. *Those* are the people getting in Lindsay's way, NOT me. Don't you EVER forget that.

But yeah, maybe I *am* a bit guilty of being a bit overprotective of her at times. However, she's been around enough main events, and *IN* enough main events that I should know better to just let her go. However, that's not always so easy for me to do, so you'll have to excuse me a moment if go a little "overboard" when it comes to her safety. However, I'm *still* not convinced that what went down over there was unknown by anyone. Especially you. I can't believe for a second that any company would put their wrestlers into a situation where there's things freaking exploding, and not tell anyone. Those people should be shot.

So, we still have some unfinished business, you and I.

[Beast walks right up to Dan, and gets in his face.]

Beast: Ryan, I've been in more main events than I can remember. I've been there because I belong there. In case you haven't noticed, I've earned my way to be in one right here tonight, in your very own company. If you want to question my so called "limited action" in main events, Dan, then I think maybe I should just give you that answer...

...Right... NOW.

[The crowd goes nuts as Beast drops the microphone and backs off a step, ripping off his shirt and getting into a fighting stance. He motions Dan to bring it on when suddenly, for the second time this segment, the lights in the area black out. The crowd buzzes in confusion, and two bright spotlights are cast down onto the ring, illuminating Beast and Ryan. The two men haven't come to blows, and this interruption may have prevented it.]

[Static crackles through the PA system, and a thumping is heard. A microphone check.]

Voice: This thing on?

[The crowd starts to cheer. The voice is female.]

Voice: Good. Now hit my ******* music!

[The opening to "Trampled Underfoot" by Lez Zeppelin rocks Madison Square Garden, spotlights swirling around the arena before settling on the stage. The crowd jumps to its feet as the first verse is sung]

Greasy slicked down body Groovy leather trim I like the way you hold the road Mama, it ain't no sin...

Talkin' 'bout love, Talkin' 'bout love, Talkin' 'bout...

[Lindsay Troy steps out from behind the curtain and is met with a roar of approval from the fans in attendance and blasts of pyro from the stage. She walks up and down the length of the stage, playing to the crowd, before walking down the ramp toward the ring. She slaps a few hands on the way down, not taking her eyes off Ryan and Beast in the ring.

The two men stand, shellshocked. Troy climbs up the steps and stops in front of them on the apron, not entering at this moment. The look she has on her face could kill a man if stared at long enough.

Beast steps away from Ryan and walks over to the ropes, sitting down on the middle one and lifting up the top, and waits for Troy to enter. Ryan just stands there, smirking. After a long heated pause, Troy finally enters the ring with Beast's aid. The house lights come back up and she signals for the music to be cut. The crowd is hot...there's a ticking time-bomb in the ring just waiting to go off.

Troy lifts the microphone that she placed inside her belt and raises it to her lips. The marks in the front rows get a small 'Lind-say, Lind-say, Lind-say' chant going, which garners a smirk from the Queen before she speaks.]

Troy: Y'know...it's no secret that once I hang my boots up for good in this business that I want to eventually settle down, start a family, and have some children.

But what's the point in doing that when I can keep wrestling for the rest of my life and have to deal with second-grade playground squabbles from two grown men acting like children?

[Troy looks first at Beast, then at Ryan.]

Since this is PPV, there was no real need for me to tell the sensors to have their fingers hovering over the big red button. So let's just cut the bull****. Dan...

[She walks over to the Ego Buster and shoves him back]

You stay in that corner. And Marcus...

[She walks over to Beast, grabs him by the hand, and yanks him to the opposite turnbuckle]

You stay over there until either I stop talking or the both of you can play nice. I'm thinking the former might happen before the latter, but I talk a lot so you never know.

[The two men glare at Troy, then at each other. Lindsay steps to center-ring between the two of them and starts to speak again.]

NOW that I've gotten the semantics out of the way, let's talk about why I'm really here.

[She starts to pace the ring]

I'm sure that the majority either saw what happened at NFW War Games, or at least heard about it. I'm sure that if I didn't open my big mouth like I'm prone to do, Marcus would have found out about it from someone and gone rip-**** anyway and then gotten mad at me for not telling him what happened.

But y'know something? Quite frankly I'm sick and tired of hearing about the ramifications from the two rings exploding. It makes me sick to have to walk into the Paul Tsongas Arena or the North Charleston Coliseum and know that Craig Miles isn't the Boss anymore, Quentin Sullivan has eight-hundred things going on at once and his main priority is to try and contain six angry African-American muscle males and one uppity punkass rich white boy from running around and beating people up. God and the Devil must have flipped a coin and God lost, so NFW gets Avrey Prosser and his band of G-Unit thugs and they get to run around ruining people's lives, trying to end careers, and plotting to bring an entire federation to its collective knees. On top of all that I still have to deal with Calvin Carlton, but that's a whole other issue that I won't go into.

Above all that, I'm even more sick and tired of hearing Marcus blame Dan for me being down at ringside.

[She looks over at Beast.]

It's my job to be down at ringside Marcus, regardless of who knows what's going to happen and who doesn't. I get paid to manage Dan Ryan and Joey Melton and try and get the both of them in the finals of the Ultratitle tournament, and with my checks comes the risks that goes along with them.

If you're going to get pissed at anyone go find DC Stratton, Neil Riddick, and the rest of the Seven Deadly Sins and file a grievance with them, since they were the ones that planned this whole thing and put the rest of us in harm's way. They are the ones trying to destroy NFW and the Ultratitle Tournament so they can melt down the trophy and use it for some gold rims on their Lincoln Navigators. Just make sure that when and if you decide to take exception to what they did, you let me know ahead of time so I can clear my schedule to save you from the beating that you'd probably get at their hands.

But don't you dare get mad at Sullivan, Miles, and the rest of the roster, because what happened at War Games none of us knew about. And don't you think that if Dan or Joey knew what was going to happen they would have told me to stay in the back? I'm damn sure they would have, doesn't mean I would have listened, but they would have said something.

So if you want to keep beating your head against a brick wall, then by all means be my guest. Maybe when your brain is jostling around inside your cranium something will click and you'll know enough to stop pursuing an argument that you know you can't win.

I know you're only looking out for my safety. I know that you're being the good boyfriend and protecting me from harm. I appreciate it, I do...but you can't be by my side twenty-four seven. I'm a big girl, Marcus. Before you came along I handled my **** just fine, and I will continue to handle my **** just fine no matter what comes up.

[Beast looks at her and nods, but makes no move to respond. Troy offers a comforting smile before turning to Ryan.]

Dan, I don't know what's gotten into you, but I didn't think you were this big of a megalomanical prick.

[The crowd pops huge, and Ryan merely smirks and shrugs his shoulders.]

I think you and I have a pretty good friendship and business relationship, but after hearing you over the past few weeks, maybe it's about time I knock some more sense into you. Apparantly I didn't give you enough the first time you and I met in the ring, and it seems to me that you could stand to use a little more. I guess I'll just have to smack you around like Joey did, hm?

[Ryan's not amused...]

Getting pissed Dan? Good. I'm glad, not because you need any sort of motivation, but it's a small comfort to know that I can still get under your skin when I need to. Maybe that's why we work so well together, because we can both dish it out and take it when we get into little disagreements like this one.

You'd have a career in the food industry with all the pot stirring you've been doing. That's real cute Dan, and if you would put as much effort into getting the Ultratitle as you do pissing Marcus off, you'd be a lock by now. But y'know something? Now that I'm finally here in EPW, I'm going to have to take exception to all this petty squabbling. I'm here to keep the two of you in check...by any means necessary.

[HUGE pop from the crowd. Troy's laying down the law...]

I have no problem schooling you again Dan, and Marcus I have no quandary making you see things my way by getting a little physical, because it's all legal in the terms of my contract. Dan, you've probably already seen it, along with the other sweet incentives that I made sure Freeman threw in there. And speaking of Freeman...

[Troy looks toward the back]

...way to blow my cover, Paul. Good thing I know how to cover my own ass because I can't count on you to do it.

[She glances back at Beast and Ryan again.]

The two of you are my friends. Marcus, you're more than that. But I've got enough **** on my plate right now and I don't need to deal with the two of you being assholes on top of everything else. So help me God, the two of you are going to knock it off or I'm going to knock the both of you off your high horses and make you eat the dust on the ground...and you know I can do it. I've done it before, and I'll do it again just as effectively.

Life around EPW just got a whole lot more difficult. To the boys in the back: if you don't know me by now, you'd better get acquainted with me real fast. And to one in particular: Christian Sands... [Troy smirks] ...you've been talkin a whole lotta **** for someone who opens their mouth and doesn't say much of anything at all. I know you've got a receipt with my name on it, so after Marcus wipes the floor with you tonight, if you're still feelin' hot after the loss I handed you in GWE, you know where to find me.

[As Troy finishes speaking, Ryan sticks his hand out in her direction....reaching for the microphone. Troy gives him a warning glance, but Ryan holds his other hand up to reassure her that he'll behave. Reluctantly, she turns the microphone over.]

Ryan: [Making a "whip" sound] Damn Marcus, you gonna let her talk to you like that??

[Troy closes her eyes in annoyance as Beast lurches forward. A hand on his chest from Troy stops him, however.]

Ryan: I'm kidding!! Geez!! Where'd the humor go off and die at?

Lindsay....it's totally cool. For your sake, I'll back off of Mr. temper control over there. In fact, I'd like to say something I've been meaning to say for a while now.

I'm a huge.....huge....HUGE Beast fan.

[Beast rolls his eyes and we can see Troy glare at Ryan again and mouth the word "Dan!"]

No, I'm serious. I like you, Marcus. And it's only because I care that I pick at you the way that I do. Lindsay didn't tell me you were so uptight, but then I should've done some research on my own.

But alas, I must admit I admire your skill in the ring. I expect you to do what it was you set out to do tonight and become the very first EPW World Champion. I'm sure that pisses Sands off to no end....but hey...tough **** right?

But when you win that first World Title, Marcus....I plan to have a very good seat for the occasion. I plan to be in the front row. After all, I do own the company...and who else to present the belt to the inaugural champion than the owner?

In fact, I've just decided to use tonight's main event to introduce something that actually involves you.

[Beast's eyes narrow]

I'm gonna introduce the very first line.....of EPW merchandise. No no no....make that....BEAST merchandise....RAAAAHRRRR!!!!

[Beast's expression turns from annoyed to furious.Troy holds him back.]

I also arranged to have that little sound effect put into your entrance. Marketing, you know.

So be assured my friend, that no matter what strange sexually disturbing submission hold Christian Sands puts you in tonight....you've got the owner at ringside cheering you on. And Lindsay....don't worry. I'll be good....

[Ryan smiles as "Zero" kicks back in and he rolls under the bottom rope with Troy and Beast watching. Beast seems to be heatedly saying something to Troy, which can't be heard over the music. Ryan gets to the curtain and looks over his shoulder with a smile and he passes through. Soon thereafter Troy and Beast climb out and make their way up the ramp as we return to a shot of the broadcast position.]



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MN: I gots ta get me some of that Beast merchandise. RAAAAHRRR!!!

DT: I for one can't believe Lindsay Troy is here with us in Empire Pro!

MN: Hell yeah, man, I'm glad. I'd hit it. I'd give her the best night of her life.

DT: Better watch out or Beast will eat you for that.

MN: Ah, I can take Beast.

DT: ...You'd get smoked.

MN: Yeah, I'd get smoked... LIKE A FOX!!!

DT: Seriously, Beast is a great wrestler.

MN: Yeah, Beast's a great wrestler... FOR ME TO POOP ON!!!

DT: You're sick.

MN: I know. But seriously, Beast would school me, man. That guy's like the biggest pimp ever. I bet he cruises down to the club every night in his Escalade and takes out ten guys with Tecs without batting an eyelash, then goes home with a few shorties in the hot tub.

DT: Mm, I doubt it. In any case, it's time for our next match!

[Cut to the ring, as we see a cage slowly lowering down to the arena floor. Fans cheer loudly as promo of John Doe and Kevin Watson show on the Empiretron. ]

DT: And the cage is lowering down for our next match! This one is one of high expectations!

MN: Oh man this going to be great Dave! This is going to be awesome, two guys that hate each others guts fighting it out in a ring! I can’t believe Freeman actually signed this match to happen!

DT: John Doe verses Kevin “K-9” Watson, these two men are going to make history here in EPW as the first two to be in a cage match, and it’s all here at Black Dawn, the first pay per view for EPW.

MN: You would think that John Doe would give up after he got the hell beat out of him last week on Aggression, has the guy even been in a cage? I mean come one, just stop being a sore loser and accept that you lost man.

DT: That doesn’t matter. What matters in what Doe has in store for Watson in this match and vice versa for Kevin Watson. I know John Doe has been training vigorously to beat Kevin “K-9” Watson.



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Cage Match
John Doe vs. Kevin "K9" Watson

[CUE UP: Long Way Home by Super Tramp. Kevin enters the ramp way with a nonchalant swagger. A towel covers his face from site, while his head hangs low. He takes his time making his way down to the ring. Kevin readies himself for the match.]

[Kevin stands outside the ring as the cage falls shut around the ring. A loud clash of metal is heard as the cage makes contact with the floor. Kevin opens the cage door and walks in as the crowd boos him]

[CUE UP: (Sic) By Slipknot the arena turns pitch black, fans cheer the Empiretron flashes between a blurred face and film of a John Doe, Blue and green pyrotechnics fire off at the entrance ramp, The words John Doe flash and shake on the empiretron, blue and red strobe lights flicker all over the arena. Doe walks into the cage as well. Watson stands in the opposite corner as two referees outside the ring chain up the cage door]

MN: Wow, I think my hair got a bit fried by those fireworks. What’s the point of those anyways, does he want the Fire Marshall to yell at Paul Freeman, I mean....

[Dave cuts of Mike in his sentence to shut him up]

DT: This match is climb out only! Pins falls, tap outs and disqualification will not count in this match! The only way out is to climb up that 20 foot steel cage and climb your way out to the outside.

MN: Its going to start, here we go! This is going to be a good match! I got that feeling.

[SFX: *DINGDINGDING* - Bell rings]
 

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DT: Doe staying in his corner edging towards Kevin a little, he’s being careful in this match up.
[Watson charges at Doe. Doe ducks and trips Watson making him go face first into the ring]

DT: Nice trip by John Doe. Doe now lifting up Kevin Watson by his neck.

MN: Watson getting a face full of the ring with that one!

[John gives Watson a hard punch in the face. The referee yells Doe to use an open fist. Doe lifts Watson to his feet, Watson kicks Doe in the stomach. Doe lets go Watson’s neck, Kevin grabs Doe and gives him a hard T-bone Suplex]

DT: A thunderous T-bone Suplex by Kevin Watson.

[Watson gets to his feet again. Watson picks up Doe above his heads.]

DT: The strength of Kevin Watson lifting Doe above his head. Kevin now dropping Doe on to his knee. Doe’s rib cage crashing against the knee of Kevin Watson, and the damage may have been done as John Doe holds his ribs in pain.

MN: Doe is looking like rag doll already. Just ring the bell Watson’s going to win.

DT: The match just started you can’t make that judgment. Watson now Irish Whipping Doe into the ropes, Doe with the rebound, an amazing Spinning Wheel Kick to the face of Kevin Watson!

[Watson stumbles back after the Spinning Wheel Kick and falls onto one knee holding his face. Doe runs full speed at Watson giving him a hard Shinning Wizard.]

DT: And now a harsh Shinning Wizard to the temple of Kevin Watson. Doe walking to the cage and starting to climb. Watson to his feet chasing after Doe.

MN: Climb man! Climb faster!

[Watson grabs Doe foot and pulls him off the cage. Watson starts kicking Doe as Doe rises to his feet. Watson whips Doe into the turnbuckle. Watson walks towards Doe. Doe climbs the turnbuckle fast and jumps off nailing a Flying Hurricurana.]

DT: A nice Hurricurana by John Doe.

MN: Now if only he climb the cage as fast as he climb that turnbuckle he would have won.

[Doe takes off the turnbuckle padding. Doe lifts up Watson to his feet. Watson stagers a bit holding his head.]

DT: Doe exposing that turnbuckle! What’s is he thinking?

[Doe slams Watson head into the exposed turnbuckle. Watson falls to the ground his head beginning to rush with blood, Fans cheer and rise to their feet.]

MN: He busted Watson wide open! Doe now applying The Figure Four Leg-Lock! Watson yelling in pain, Watson tapping his hand hard against the ring, but there are no tap outs! Kevin has just flipped off his back and onto his stomach reversing the hold so the pressure is put onto John Doe, Now Doe is tapping out!

[Doe releases the Figure Four and stands up then turns around towards Watson, Kevin gets up and low blows Doe. The fans boo Watson as he does so. Watson gets up and puts Doe in-between his legs.]

DT: Watson lifting up Doe. Watson setting up a Powerbomb! Doe’s fighting it!!! Kevin lifting Doe in the air. NO!! Doe with a reverse, John Doe has hit a Inverted DDT!

[As Kevin hits the mat, Doe locks in a Suplex and gets to his feet. Doe tries to lift up Kevin but fails, Doe attempts yet again but once more fails. Kevin uses the leverage from the last attempt and Snap Suplexs Doe.]

DT: Nice Suplex by Kevin Watson. Kevin now lifting John up, and another snap Suplex. Watson locking his hands round Doe waist. A BELLY TO BELLY OVER HEAD SUPLEX, Doe hitting the cage walls and bouncing off of it, the injured back of John Doe encountering even more damaged!!!

[Doe stays on his back and begins holding it in extreme pain as the cage stops shaking from his impact to it. Kevin picks John up in a Bear Hug situation, Watson runs full speed to the exposed turnbuckle slamming Doe’s back into it.]

MN: John Doe yelling in pain as he lays against the turnbuckle, his face showing excruciating pain.

[Watson starts to climb to cage, fans start clapping their hands together to make Doe get up]

MN: Watson is going to win! Watson climbing the cage. What... he...he stopped to catch his breath, what’s wrong with him? He probably thinks Doe is knocked out. Doe’s getting up and climbing the cage also! Doe has caught up to Kevin! John now locking his hands around Kevin’s waist!

[Doe pulls Watson off the cage wall performing a German Release Suplex off the cage wall, a large THUD is heard in the arena as they make contact with the ring. Fans starting cheering]

DT: Both men laying flat on the ring, John to his feet first. John Doe lifting up Watson throwing him into the ropes, John with the rebound coming back! AMNESIA ATTACK!!! [Fans cheer loudly] John Doe using a large Amnesia Attack to Kevin Watson! John Know holding his back in pain. How much more can John Doe’s back take?

[Doe gets to his feet as he drags Kevin Watson to the middle of the ring. Doe climbs up the cage as Kevin lays limp in the ring]

MN; Now why does it take so long to climb a stupid cage? Come on now, just climb man! Wait....Doe has stopped at the top? He’s standing on the cage ledge facing towards Kevin Watson! What’s he doing!?!

[Doe stands on the ledge and takes a deep breath and leaps off doing Shooting Star Press, Doe lands on Watson. Watson eyes open wide in pain]

[Fans start chanting “Holy ****, Holy ****, Holy ****...........”]

DT: OH MY GOD! DOE WITH A SHOOTING STAR PRESS OFF THE TOP OF THE CAGE, I CAN’T BELIEVE MY EYES!!!

MN: Then don’t look. What’s he doing now?! Doe going for a cover on Watson? IT’S CLIMB OUT ONLY BUDDY! Man, people's Intellagence amaze me these days....idiots.

[The referee breaks up the pin as Doe just lays there holding his head in his dumb mistake. The referee starts the ten count.]

Ref: 1.........2...........3...........4.............5...........6...........7.............8..........9....

[Doe gets up very slowly and lifts Watson to his feet. Watson punches Doe in the rib cage again, and then again, until Doe falls to a knee. Watson whips John hard to the ropes, Watson rebounds and hits the Cobra Clutch Suplex on Doe.]

DT: WATSON WITH THE COBRA CLUTCH SUPLEX!!! Watson now rising to his feet and climbing the cage!

MN: I think Kevin Watson has shattered Doe’s ribs, look at John he’s gasping for air!

[Watson climbs the cage as the fans cheer for Doe to get up. Doe lifts up his upper body as blood starts to drip from his mouth. Doe stands up and climbs the cage also. Doe and Watson both mount the top of the steel cage at the same time, they begin to exchange punches at the top]

MN: Left and rights are flying at the top of the cage! Watson and Doe are now rising to their feet. Watson grabbing Doe, Watson has locked the Cobra Clutch Suplex again! He’s going to toss Doe down to the ring!! Wait! Doe is fighting it!

[Doe fights his way out of the move as Watson and Doe lose their balance on the top of the cage and both fall towards the outside of the ring. Watson and Doe hit the arena floor at the same time. Doe coughs up blood as the bell rings.]



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DT: They both have exited the cage! Who won the match!?! I can’t believe this!

MN: Watson won that match fair and square he hit the floor first! Plus, he’s just better, pure out better than Doe, one because Doe is Sloppy and two....

[CUE UP: “Imperial March” by Rage Against the Machine. As the words EPW Flashes and explodes on the EmpireTron, videos of Paul Freeman are shown as the crowd begins to boo, yet some cheer.]

MN: Hey, looks as Freeman still has some loyal fans to him!

[The referee looks confused, as Paul Freeman shows up on the entrance ramp. Fans boo loudly as Paul shows his face. Paul lifts a microphone his lips. Watson and Doe lay in pain on the arena floor, Doe’s mouth runs with blood, as Watson’s forehead drips blood onto the floor.]

DT: Well, look’s like the boss is going to take care of this one!

MN: YES! He has the answers to everything.

[Paul stays at the top of the ramp, then begins to clap.]

Freeman: WOW! In all my time in the wrestling business that was the closest match I have seen, but see there’s a problem you both hit the floor at the same time! Now, I am fair, I am nice, and I am not bias to any of my wrestlers here at EPW. Plus, I am smart and don’t need anymore enemies; To say that Watson won the match. [Fans boo cutting off Freeman in his sentence]. To say Watson won the match would put Doe against me, but to say Doe won the match [Fans cheer] would put, well Watson against me. So, I have come to the decision that this match is a tie..

[Watson rises to his feet and so does Doe, John Wipes blood from his lips.]

[Doe walks staggering and tripping over his own feet up the ramp. Doe then5 grabs the mic from Freeman, Fans cheer as he does so.]

Doe: No, there is no.....tie.....we..need to finish this! Me and Watson [Freeman shakes his head, the crowd boos at him]. ANYTHING! ANY MATCH PAUL! PICK IT!

Freeman: Fine Doe, any match huh? [Doe nods] Ok, In two weeks on Aggression, for the first time, it will be John Doe versus Kevin “K-9” Watson, NO HOLDS BAR!

[Watson shakes his head yelling at Freeman not the sign the match. Doe nods smiling, Doe goes backstage as the cage rises back to the ceiling of the arena. Watson starts yelling in Freeman’s face. Freeman walks away backstage, Watson chases him.]



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DT: Well, no Pay-Per-View is complete without a little controversy, and Doe and Watson certainly delivered some.

MN: But that Doe guy's whacked, man. Why's he wanna keep chasing Watson, anyway?

DT: We may never know. In any case -

["Dark Machine" by Paul Oakenfold cues up, and the lights in the arena go out; the GlobalTron lights up with an image of Christian Sands gazing down from a distance, his face illuminated as if by car headlights through a window. After the first fourteen seconds of the song, a red strobelight kicks in. Smoke machines begin blowing a drifting mist horizontally across the ramp as Christian Sands emerges, striding down the ramp with the mist curling about his feet. He vaults into the ring over the top rope and grabs a mic.]

DT: Well, apparently we're about to be addressed by Christian Sands here!

MN: What's he got to say?

[Sands raises the mic, but is interrupted by the boos of the crowd. He pauses for a moment, scowling.]

SANDS: Hey. Shut up when your betters speak.

[This, of course, evokes more boos.]

SANDS: So what's this I hear about Beast and his wench trying to run me down on the mic, hm? You think it's cute to put your little argument with Ryan on hold for the sake of getting in your digs at me, Beast? I'll tell you something, kid. Keep it up, because it's the only thing you'll ever have on me. Face it, Beast. You're a *****-whipped oaf, son, and on your best day you couldn't hold my jock. The most you'll ever amount to is carrying my bags and shining the title that I WILL claim here at Black Dawn. Tonight, Beast, I will piss on your dreams and -

[The arena lighting suddenly drops to total darkness, evoking a surprised gasp from the crowd. The EmpireTron lights up after a moment, revealing a golden number 10.]

DT: What? What's happening?

MN: What's that ten?

DT: I don't know, but it's counting down!

[Indeed, the number on the EmpireTron changes as it counts down.

Ten.

Nine.

Eight.

Seven.

Six.

Five.

Four.

Three.

Two.

One.

...Zero.]

[With a thunderous detonation, a blast of gold pyro erupts at the head of the ramp, and "Bullet With Butterfly Wings" by the Offspring kicks in, sending the crowd into wild cheers. A video plays across the 'Tron in the still-darkened arena, showing indistinct shots of a lean man in street clothes destroying various hazy opponents with a variety of DDTs, including a double knee-lift segued into a flowing DDT. Finally, as the chorus hits, the lights flare with another eruption of pyro, and the crowd blows the roof off the arena as a figure is revealed at the head of the ramp.]

DT: IT'S ZERO!!!

MN: AAAAAH!!! HE'S HERE!!!

DT: WE HEARD THE RUMORS, BUT NOW IT'S CONFIRMED!!! NATE LOGAN IS HERE IN EMPIRE PRO WRESTLING, AND HE LOOKS BETTER THAN EVER!!!

MN: I-I'm in SHOCK! After almost a year on the sidelines, Zero is BACK!

[Zero stands at the head of the ramp for several moments, drinking in the tumultuous cheers of the crowd. Finally, he turns his attention to Sands and raises the mic he brought with him.]

ZERO: Hold on, hold on... Who are you again? Aren't you that one guy from GXW who used to talk to a skull?

[This draws peals of laughter from the crowd and a middle-finger from Sands.]

ZERO: So who the hell are you, anyway? Coming out here and running your mouth as if you'd already won the belt... what gives a ***** like you the right to come out here and cut in on my time?

SANDS: Listen here, Logan. You shut your f*cking mouth, because you don't know a damn thing. Who the hell are YOU? The guy who was GXW World Champion but pissed it all away by smoking dope in the back? Get out of here, Logan. Go back to your little sh*thole and drop some more acid. The last thing I need is some little f*cking stoner who couldn't handle the view from the top of the mountain coming out here and trying to leech off MY heat.

ZERO: Is that so.

SANDS: It is, Logan.

ZERO: Then you'll forgive me if I stick around, won't you?

SANDS: You don't seem to get it, NATE. It's like this. We can do this one of two ways. The easy way, or the hard way. The easy way - you go backstage right now, get your bags, and leave this fed. The hard way - I jump out of this ring, beat you to within an inch of your life, drag you backstage, shove you INTO your bag, and throw you out of EPW. It's your choice, Logan.

ZERO: ...Let's try the third choice. MY way. In which you TRY and remove me, but I leave you in a pool of your own blood.

SANDS: ...The hard way it is, then.

[Sands drops the mic and slides under the bottom rope, stalking up the ramp to meet Logan. Logan drops his own mic, rushing down the ramp as the crowd roars.]

DT: This thing has exploded! OH, Zero spears Sands down! They're hammering away at each other! This crowd is going crazy!

MN: It's an all-out brawl on the ramp!

DT: These two are beating the hell out of each other here!

MN: Here comes security!

DT: EPW Security is trying to separate Zero and Sands! Pulling them apart - NO, Zero breaks free and rushes Sands again! They're both pounding away!

MN: This is out of control!

DT: Security separates them again! It's taking five men on each to hold them back!

MN: Man, you can just feel the hate in the air!

DT: Folks, EPW security is escorting Sands and Zero backstage, but man, that was something!

MN: You just KNOW it's not over between those two!
 

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DT: Well, folks, this next match promises to be a real doozy!
MN: I heard that!

DT: The Empire Pro tag team scene has been hot as of late, and it’s all about to come to a head as four teams vie to become the inaugural tag team champions in a four way elimination tables match!

MN: Look out, Davey, cause here comes the pain!!!!

DT: Let’s go to Tony Fatora in the ring to bring our teams out.



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World Tag-Team Championship
Tag-Team Tornado Table Elimination Match
The Assassins vs. Blitz vs. Covert Ops vs. The Crimson Calling

TF: The following is an elimination tables match for the Empire Pro Tag Team Championships. Once one member of a team is put through a table, his team is eliminated and must leave the ring area. Introducing first… from Seattle, Washington and Portland, Oregon…at a combined weight of 549 pounds…Orion…Osiris…The ASSSSSSAAAAAASSSSSIIIIIINNNNSSSSS!!!!!

[The lights drop in the arena as "Little H" by Superjoint Ritual kicks in, mid song. The scene is entirely pitch black as the words "The Assassins" scroll horizontally across the globaltron in a bright green hue. A video plays out on the screen in a black and white, showing various instances where the Assassins have taken out their opponents with the Hit. The video occassionally pauses in mid play, the words "assassinated" simultaneously stamped on the screen. Orion and Osiris walk out from the back as the video starts kicking into more action, standing atop the ramp, raising their arms to the crowd. They play to the crowd, then make their way down to the ring.]

TF: Next…from Los Angeles, California and Freiburg, Germany…accompanied to the ring by Leonard Johnson…Max...Jecht...THEY...ARE...BLIIIIIITTZZZZ!!!!!

[As the first chords of “Otherworld” blast out, the lights goout, a red and blue lights pulsing on the stage with the shrill rising between chords. As the drum joins the guitars, spotlights fall on the entrance way. As the song gets going after fourteen seconds, pyrotechnics fly from the sides of the entrance, and Blitz stands on the stage, Leonard in the middle, as the two wrestlers look around. When the words start up, there is another pyrotechnic explosion, and the three men walk down to the ring, Jecht and Max stepping over the top rope, standing in the centre of the ring as another explosion, from the posts, cues the lights to come back up, as the music fades, ready for their opponents.]

TF: The third team in this match...at a combined weight of 775 pounds...accompanied by their manager Nathan Fear...Erik Black and Ivan Dalkichev...THE CRIMSOOOOOOONNNN CALLLLLLIIIIINNNNGGGG!!!!

[“Slip in Sin” by Pulse Ultra plays throughout the arena, accompanying the entrance of Black, Dalkichev, and their manager Nathan Fear, along with a large chorus of boos.]

TF: Finally...returning from the front lines of Operation Iraqi Freedom ...CLOAK ...DAGGER...COOOOOOVEEERRRRTTTT OPPPPPPPSSSSS!!!!!

[“War Machine” by KISS cues up, and chants of “U-S-A, U-S-A!!!” accompany Cloak and Dagger’s entrance to the ring.]

DT: Okay, Empire fans, after two months of waiting, we will finally have tag team champions!!!

MN: Wh-what? You mean the match isn’t already over?

DT: No, Neely, those were just the introductions.

MN: Wow.

DT: Alright, let’s get this one started!!! The tables are set up around the ring, and these four teams are ready to go at it!!!

[As the bell rings, each of the 8 men charges another man, pairing off into groups of four, Black and Dagger, Orion and Max, Jecht and Dalkichev, and Osiris and Cloak. With the big Russian charging, Jecht and Ivan spill to the outside and begin brawling. Meanwhile, Cloak and Osiris are locked in a collar and elbow tie up. The veteran Osiris whips Cloak into the ropes, and nails the National Guardsman with a running back elbow as he rebounds. He pulls Cloak back up, hitting him with a series of stiff forearms to the sternum and back before lifting him up and hitting a perfect brainbuster!]

DT: Osiris NAILS Cloak with that brainbuster variation, and he may have given the Assasins an early edge by laying out a member of Covert Ops.

[On the opposite side of the ring, Erik Black and Dagger are battling tooth and nail in the corner. They trade punches and chops, before Black finally gains the advantage. He charges, looking for a splash, but Dagger smartly evades and hits a drop toe hold, sending Black face first into the turnbuckle. Dagger uses his shoulder to ram Black’s torso into the corner, and as he rebounds he drops the smaller Calling member to the mat with a monster spinebuster!!! He pulls Black to the outside and sets him up for a powerbomb near one of the opened tables.]

DT: Dagger has Erik Black UP!!! This could end the night for the Crimson Calling, and Nathan Fear’s investment would go to waste!!!

MN: Damn, I gotta call my bookie, I had over 10 minutes for the Calling to stay in!!!

DT: Thanks for that tidbit Neely. Dagger sets to bring him down...POWERB-NOOOOOO!!!!! Facebuster counter by Erik Black and both men NARROWLY avoided slamming through that wooden table!!!

MN: Whooo-hoo!!! Still in it, baby!

DT: Good for your wallet, Michael. [We now turn our attention to Max and Orion, who is being physically dominated by the German youngster. Max hooks a full nelson in on Orion, and sweeps Orion’s leg forward, driving his face to the mat! Orion bounces up from the impact, but Max hits him with a running two handed face crusher, and then suplexes him to the outhe mat with a sickening thud! While this occurs, we see Jecht spear the 500 pound Dalkichev into the protective barrier. He then grabs the top of the steel ring steps and puts them on Ivan’s prone back, then charge and dropkicks the steps into his back, sending Dalkichev into the crowd!]

DT: Oh my god!!! Jecht just drove those steel steps straight into Ivan Dalkichev’s spine!!! We may not see more from the 500 pounder for a little while!!!

MN: Meanwhile, Davey, I think we may be seeing the end of the Assasins in this match!!! There’s now a double team on Orion, and Max is up top!!!

DT: Jecht has Orion in Electric Chair Drop position, and Max is setting up on the top rope...WAIT A MINUTE!!! Osiris sees this going on, and he dumps Cloak to the outside with a clothesline!!! He charges Max, but the German takes off...BLITZKRIEG!!!! BLITZKRIEG THROUGH THAT TABLE ON THE FLOOR!!!! Blitz has eliminated The Assassins, and Orion is seriously hurt after that devastating top rope flipping neckbreaker!

MN: Yeah, and Osiris is trying to eliminate Blitz, maybe do a little damage before he leaves.

DT: Osiris sees Max and Jecht on the outside...he crosses the ring...SUICIDE DIVE ONTO BOTH MEMBERS OF BLITZ!!!! The referees are coming over to get the Assassins to the back, but the damage is most definitely done here in Madison Square Garden.

[After the mayhem, Blitz is left on the floor, while the other two teams have entered the ring, each bearing a table. Black leaves his unopened on the floor, while Dagger leans his against the far ringpost. Cloak has the ring bell in his hands, and he charges Dalkichev. He attempts to hit the big man with the bell, but the Russian evades and shoves Cloak into the ropes, the ring bell flies to the outside. As the stunned Cloak turns around, Dalkichev grabs him by the throat and lifts him into the air, driving him to the mat with a HUGE chokeslam!]

MN: OH MAN!!!! That really had to hurt! Annoying Soldier Boy Number 1 is DOWN and OUT!!!

DT: Yes Mike, but while CLOAK is down thanks to the chokeslam, Dagger is alive and well against Erik Black. The two men are exchanging blows in the far corner, right in front of that table!!! Big forearm by Dagger sends Black spinning...he turns around...MONSTER CLOTHESLINE!!!! Front facelock now applied by Dagger...and an Implant DDT sends Erik Black down hard!!!

MN: Nate Fear can not like the looks of that one! But it’ll take a shot through a table to eliminate a team in this match, and I guarantee you they won’t be able to put Ivan Dalkichev through one of those! He’s big...real big.

DT: Another astute observation by Mike Neely. Dalkichev works over the near-unconscious Cloak, gripping him now in a painful Camel Clutch, and Ivan’s girth has to be taking a toll on Cloak.

MN: Thank you Captain Obvious. He’s five hundred friggin pounds, that would hurt anything but an elephant!

DT: Damn you, Mike Neely...Ivan has Cloak in that submission maneuver...but NOT FOR LONG!!! Dropkick by Dagger breaks the hold and Cloak is able to take a breather as he rolls to the outside of the ring. Dagger now using that speed and power to try and bring down the giant Russian. It’s lefts...and rights...and Dalkichev can’t fight back!!! Dagger may have finally found the way to bring down the Russian monster. Irish whip off the ropes, and he STAGGERS Ivan Dalkichev with a SUPERKICK!!! He hooks him up...

MN: He’s not gonna do this, no freaking way!!! Dalkichev is 500 plus pounds!!!

DT: He’s gonna try, Mike!! He HAS HIM UP...RUNNING POWERSLAM BY DAGGER...NO!!! NO!!! The weight was too much and he had to let him go!!! Dagger is leaning against that table he set up the corner, and Dalkichev’s gonna drive him through it! Running splash...NO!!!! Dagger JUST got out of the way and Dalkichev crashed through that table and into the turnbuckle, and his face is a crimson mask from that bleeding nose!!!

MN: But, are the Calling done?

DT: No, Mike, it must be with an offensive move.

MN: Oh. This looks like an offensive move right here.

[As Dagger emerges from the rubble of the broken table, Cloak reenters the ring and the two go after Erik Black. They charge Black, and bring him to the mat with a tandem clothesline. Bringing him up, Black tries to fend them off with punches, but Covert Ops eventually stops him and they hit a double spinebuster on Erik. Walking away, Cloak sets up the table, while Dagger locks a front facelock on Black.]

DT: Dagger Driver coming up!!! He has him up, and brings him crashing to the mat with that vicious DAGGER DRIVER!!! He applies a standing headscissors, and brings Black into powerbomb position!

MN: NO!!! I’m gonna lose my money!!! Damn you, soldier boys!!!

DT: Cloak is up top...it’s SHOCK AND AWE TIME!!! He LEAPS...NAILS HIM WITH THE SHOCK AND AWE THROUGH THE TABLE!!! Wait? Where’s the table?

MN: Ha! Nathan moved the table!!

DT: Yes he did, and both members of Covert Ops are gonna make him pay! HE’S up in powerbomb position...SHOCK AND-IVAN DALKICHEV BREAKS IT UP!!!! Cloak leaps, but Dalkichev catches him and tosses him into the seats!!! And lo and behold, Erik Black is up!!!

MN: Nighty, nighty, soldier boys!!

DT: Erik Black is on the top rope, and Nathan Fear has set that table up. Dalkichev brings Dagger to his shoulders...CRIMSON CRASHER THROUGH THE TABLE!!! Covert Ops is done!!

MN: Just two teams left now, call in your bets folks!

[As Cloak and Dagger retreat to the back, Jecht and Max, refreshed, enter the ring. However, behind them, two men in street clothes walk down the ramp, stop midway, standing to watch.]

DT: Hey, that’s EPW’s newest tag team, Second Coming! Bryan Storms and Matt Johansson were signed just last week, and it was rumored that the pair would be in New York.

MN: Forget them, we’ve got a staredown between our two finest tag teams. It’s down to two, and one of these teams will leave as champions.

DT: Four men stare down, and HERE WE GO!!! It’s Jecht and Black, Ivan and Max, Calling versus Blitz for the titles. Black and Jecht locked in a mat battle very quickly. Side headlock by Jecht, Erik slips out and has a waistlock. Jecht tries to escape, and Black lets him, shoving him into the turnbuckle. On the rebound, he hooks a sleeper in, a sends him crashing down with a sleeperhold drop!!!

MN: That’s one member of Blitz down! Erik Black picks Jecht up by the hair, and sends him to the outside, and Lenny Johnson is there to try and revive him.

DT: Now it’s double team time, as Black breaks up the slugfest between the two large Europeans. Irish whip by Dalkichev...sets up a spear by Erik Black!!! These men are hanging it all on the line tonight!!! Dalkichev has Max in his grasp, and he nearly breaks him in half with a monstrous JACKNIFE POWERBOMB!!!!

MN: This one’s over...NOW!!!

DT: Black has brought that final table into the ring and set it up!!! Max is on Dalkichev’s shoulder, and they’re going for a second Crimson Crasher to end it!!! Black to the top...Jecht’s dives and nails Black with that discarded ring bell! No finish to this match yet!!!

MN: Yeah, but Ivan still has Max!

DT: That’s right, Dalkichev has taken Max from his shoulders and locked in a one handed choke hold! He’s gonna go for a chokeslam through the table!!!

[But, before he can, Max knees Ivan in the groin and breaks the hold. Ivan, a look of pain and shock on his face staggers around before Max spin kicks him, sending him over the top rope and to the floor. Max ascends to the top rope, and looks for a frog splash but Ivan rolls out of the way and Max’s head makes contact with the barrier. Blood pours from his face, and he falls unconscious. Black and Jecht continue their brawling on the outside, until Ivan hits Jecht in the back of the head with one of the commemorative Black Dawn ringside chairs. He brings him up into a powerbomb, and Erik drives him to the mat with a neckbreaker drop.]

DT: Despite all the effort, both members of Blitz are down and out!!!

MN: The Calling is about to change colors from Crimson to Gold, Davey!!!

DT: Dalkichev rolls Max into the ring, and hoists him to his shoulders. Erik Black up top once more...CRIMSON CRASHER!!! He went through the table!!!

MN: Nathan Fear has his golden boys!!!

TONY FATORA: Here are your winners and the NEEEEEEEEEEEEEW Tag-Team Champions of the World... THE CRRRRRRRRRIMSOOOOOOOONNN... CAAAAAAAAAALLIIIIIIIIIINNNGGGGG!!!



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DT: The Crimson Calling have gone through three teams to win the tag team titles, they are your very FIRST EPW tag team champions.

MN: Wait a minute, Johansson and Storms are entering the ring!!!

DT: Wait a minute, they’re...APPLAUDING?

[Indeed, they are, momentarily. After briefly applauding the champions, Johansson and Storms attack Nathan Fear with kicks, sending him to the outside. Dalkichev tries to attack, but Storms nails him with a piece of the broken table. A series of tandem dropkicks and a low bridge dropkick send Ivan to the outside, narrowly missing Fear. Black charges, but Johansson clotheslines him and hits a T-bone suplex. Bring him to the top, he hits the Picture Perfect top rope reverse Russian leg sweep. He ascends up top once more as Storms locks in a Dragon Sleeper and Johansson comes off the top with the Perfect Ending Shooting Star Press!!!]

DT: I’ve heard of that, that’s the Future’s End!!! Matt Johansson and Bryan Storms have decimated the tag team champions after their brutal victory!!

MN: I like these guys! They’re young, hungry, and they look like they want to say something.

MJ: Wrestling fans, we give you you're Empire Pro tag team champions.

BS: Gimme a break. Once you two boys finish crying to your mommies, give a real tag team a shot at those belts. We'll teach you a lesson on how it's done...the right way.

MJ: You'll just have to face it, kids. No matter how hard you try, you will never measure up to the "Perfect 10" and the "New Icon".

BS: That's just a fact, champs.

MJ: Those tag team titles are destined to be around our waists. Hell, they would be already if Freeman had thought to put a tag team that could really perform in this match tonight.

BS: Come hell or high water, those belts are coming to us. It's only a matter of where and when the coronation occurs.

MJ: The tag team division has seen a new age begin tonight, at Black Dawn. Just try and keep up.

BS: We'll see you when you grow some balls...CHAMPS.

[Cue Up: "The Final Countdown" Europe as Second Coming walk confidently up the ramp and to the locker rooms, followed by boos and a few bits of hurled garbage from the fans.]

DT: Johansson and Storms have made a HUGE impact tonight at Black Dawn!!!
 

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[CUTTO: Paul Freeman's office - little more than a broom closet, really. The man himself is filling out some paperwork, but is distracted as someone opens the door.]
FREEMAN: You should learn to knock first, Mr. Sands.

SANDS: Whatever. Paul, I need a favor.

FREEMAN: Do tell.

SANDS: I want you to make tonight's main event a no-interference match. After the stunt Zero pulled earlier tonight, I don't trust that little pothead not to make an appearance.

FREEMAN: I see your point. Very well; no interference it is. Anyone who interferes in that match will be fined ten thousand dollars and suspended for one show.

SANDS: Thanks, Paul.

FREEMAN: My-

[Before Freeman can finish, Sands turns and leaves the office, slamming the door behind him.]

FREEMAN: -pleasure.



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[Cut to ringside, where Thomas and Neely sit.]

DT: Looks like tonight's main event is indeed going to be interference-free!

MN: Sands has a point! You can't trust Zero! He's - oh, thank you.

[The latter remark comes as a young man in a Downunder Steakhouse polo shirt steps up to the announce table and places a plate in front of Neely. The plate bears a large steak and a heaping pile of fries.]

MN: Hey, thanks! I didn't know the Downunder Steakhouse delivered!

DT: ...Who ordered the steak?

MN: You did, during the Tyrone Walker match.

DT: I did?

MN: Yup.

DELIVERY BOY: Well, someone's gonna have to pay for this, sir. We'll need an extra ten bucks for delivery, since we, uh, never deliver.

DT: I've got it. I did order it after all.

[Opening his wallet, Thomas forks over a wad of bills. The delivery guy smiles and strides off.]

MN: PSYCHE! I ordered the steak during the commercial!

DT: ...I hate you.

MN: I know. Ain't it great?

DT: Gimme one of those fries.

MN: Hey! Fry thief!

DT: Mmm-mm, delicious. I suppose I should mention that Downunder Steakhouse is a proud sponsor of Empire Pro Wrestling.

MN: Shill.

DT: Advertising aside, this next match promises to be one to remember, folks! Four men battle for shots at two titles!

MN: Man! Jon Marx, Rocko Daymon, Cam Cruise, and Megatron himself, Troy Douglas.

DT: The Megatron gag was old two shows ago.

MN: Damn.

DT: There's a lot on the line tonight, with the winner of this match getting a World Title shot and the runner-up becoming number-one contender to the Intercontinental Title! Let's head to the ring!



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4-Man Elimination Match
#1 Contendership - World Heavyweight Championship & Intercontinental Championship
Cameron Cruise vs. Rocko Daymon vs. Troy Douglas vs. "Gentleman" Jonathan Marx

TONY FATORA: Th' following contest is an elimination match! The winner will become the number one contender to the World Heavyweight Championship! The runner-up will become the number one contender for the Intercontinental Championship!

[Cue up: "Headstrong" - Trapt. The crowd pops huge as Cameron Cruise strides down the ramp, slapping hands as he passes by with his valet Mercedes Devon close behind. Cruise vaults into the ring and poses in the center, setting off a few pyro explosions.]

TONY FATORA: Introducing first, from Jacksonville, North Carolina! He weighs in at two hundred and forty-nine pounds and is accompanied by Mercedes Devon! THISSS... ISSSS... CAMMMMMEROOOOOOOOOONNNN... CRUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUISE!!!

[Cue up: "Kashmir" - Led Zeppelin, evoking another big face reaction as Troy Douglas makes his way to the ring.]

TONY FATORA: From Greensboro, North Carolina! He weighs in at two hundred and sixty pounds and is a multi-time Global Xtreme Wrestling Xtreme Champion! HERE IS TRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOY... DOUUUUUUUUUGLAAAAAAAAAASSSSS!!!

[Cue up: "Only Happy When It Rains" - Garbage. The fans boo profusely as Jonathan Marx makes his way to the ring, ignoring the reaction of the crowd.]

TONY FATORA: From Princeton, New Jersey! He weighs in at two hundred and fifteen pounds and is the FW Illustrated Rookie of the Year for 2003! HERE IS "GENTLEMAN"... JOOOOOONATHAAAAAAAAAAANN... MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARX!!!

[Rather than fading into another song and lightshow, the Empire Tron comes to life, revealing Paul Freeman sitting comfortably behind his desk.]

PF: I've got an announcement to make before this match begins, concerning the fourth man. Unfortunately, Rocko Daymon won't be appearing on tonight's Pay Per View. A few days ago, Daymon announced his retirement from professional wrestling. His match against Maelstrom a week ago at Aggression may be considered his last here at Empire Pro.

Daymon released this footage from the press conference to this office days ago...

[We fade to footage of Daymon sitting behind a table, flanked by his wife and doctor, before a large group of reporters.]

RD: Professional wrestling isn't like what it was in my hey-day; it's surpassed that. I feel I don't belong. So when I'm done with my match at Revolution... I'm done for good, people. I'm announcing my retirement.

[Edit, going to later in the conference.]

RD: ...I wouldn't call it "throwing in the towel". Quite simply, I think I've done this federation a service, and my time has gone on. It's time for me to stop dreaming about reclaiming my lost fame, and handing it over to someone else.

[Another edit. We cut to Rocko reacting to a question about Empire Pro asked by Pete Penzler of the FW Torch.]

PP: What about your match against Troy Douglas, Cameron Cruise, and Jonathan Marx at Empire Pro, scheduled at Black Dawn?

RD: Yeah, well... I considered going out that way, but then again, title shots are on the line in that kind of match. I honestly didn't want to interfere with the plans of any of the other wrestlers. If I won, what use would a title shot do to me, considering I'd have left the business? I sent my letter of resignation to Freeman the other night. He was sad to see me go, but he understood. As I understand it, he's looking for a substitute for that match... but I really don't know the details.

[Fade back to Paul Freeman.]

PF: Well... I think that pretty much spoke for itself. Fortunately, Empire Pro has recently been in talks with Rocko for employing him as a member of the corporate staff, so he may not be leaving professional wrestling altogether. But... as you might suspect, it left a spot open for tonight's match. I did a lot of thinking over who I thought I could bring in to make this match just as interesting and action packed as it would be with Rocko involved... if not more. Finally, someone approached me the other day...

This man had heard the story about Rocko's retirement... had a few things to say about it... and basically, he requested to take his spot tonight. By this man's reputation with his work in GWE, I knew I had an opportunity to present one hell of a match to you fans by putting him in Daymon's place.

Therefore, without further adieu, allow me to introduce Rocko Daymon's substitute here at Black Dawn...

[The lights dim, and the stage is illuminated with red lights.]

PF: Hailing from Global Wrestling Evolution for this one time guest appearance in Empire Pro...

["South of Heaven" by Slayer begins to play. Many members of the audience begin booing.]

PF: Please welcome.... CLLLAAAAAAAPPPPEEEEEEEERRRR!!!!

[With that, GWE's own Clapper steps out of the entrance, clad head to toe in black. The bald man smoking a cigarette and bearing trademark sunglasses comes out, bearing his long trench coat. He stands on the stage for many moments, looking over the booing EPW audience, and comes down the ramp. Upon reaching ringside, he takes off his coat and shades, throws his cigarette into the face of a fan in the front row, and rolls into the ring, looking over his opponents with a sinister grin.]

DT: Oh wow, it's Clapper!

MN: ...who?

DT: Mike, ya gotta start watching other promotions. Clapper can be deemed as one of the most dangerous man in Empire Pro, during this time. Recently, he's affiliated himself with Christian Sands in a stable... definitely one guy you don't want to tick off...

MN: ...and he's here, why now?

DT: Well, a year ago, Clapper was the man who put Rocko Daymon on the shelf after a brutal match. It's interesting to see him here now, taking that same man's spot. Also, Clapper and Douglas had a HELLISH match at GWE's Battleground Britain not long ago. Clapper ended up winning after Douglas passed out from the pain, unwilling to give up. Clapper even HANDED OVER the X-treme Title after that match, respectful of Douglas' efforts...

MN: So there's a history between Douglas and Clapper?

DT: Yep. It looks like Clapper is just a thorn in Troy Douglas' side. It's going to be interesting how these two treat each other in this match.

[The bell rings. Immediately, Cruise and Marx advance on eachother and start laying in heavy blows. With the other two occupied, Clapper and Douglas take each other on, going toe to toe. It doesn't take long for both Marx and Clapper to take control of their respective opponents.]

DT: The bell rings, and here we go! Cruise and Marx taking no time to go after each other, and Douglas and Clapper are left to themselves!

MN: My money's on Cruise for this match...

DT: Really? Why so?

MN: Cause the guy's got balls!

[Marx pressures Cruise into a corner as Clapper floors Douglas onto the mat with a sweeping chop. Clapper grins sadistically as he begins working into Troy's chest with a series of heavy stomps from his black workboots. But he's suddenly surprised as Douglas catches on stiff blow and tugs Clapper down to his feet. The man in black falls onto his back, but before he can react, Douglas sets him into a side leglock. Clapper's face tightens in pain, but he shows no signs of panic.]

MN: Douglas with Clapper in a leglock... and Clapper is surprisingly taking it well!

DT: He's not a man who gets hurt easily... but look here in the corner, as Marx lays into Cameron Cruise with a barrage of punches!!

[The referee, distracted with the submission hold applied on Clapper, fails to see Marx resort to blatantly closed fists against Cameron Cruise's face. Cruise scales the second set of ropes, continuing the salvo of blows. Cruise, unable to take the beating any longer, pitches forward and brings Marx down with a powerful spinebuster! The referee's attention is suddenly divided as he sees Cruise roll over Marx. He goes to make the cover.]

DT: First cover in the match... One... two... NO!! Marx with an easy kickout...

MN: It's still too early, but don't worry... Cameron's got this in his pocket.

DT: Wait, what's Clapper doing!

[To get out of the leglock, Clapper finds Douglas' foot and gives it a twist to put some pressure on the ankle. Reacting to the pain, Douglas loosens the hold, and Clapper manages to wiggle out. Both men come to their feet at the same time. Clapper goes for a clothesline--which is immediately ducked by Douglas. Instead, Clapper runs into Cameron Cruise, who sweeps Clapper to the floor with his own lariat. He has only a moment to celebrate, however, as Troy Douglas puts HIM to the ground with a running clothesline! Surprisingly, just as he turns around to continue the offense, Jonathan Marx, on his knees behind him, hits him with a low blow out of nowhere! Marx capitalizes by coming to his feet and going for a German Suplex that rocks the ring!]

DT: WHOA!! Successive clotheslines, capped off with a German Suplex by Jonathan Marx!

MN: THAT... was crazy!

DT: It sure was... this is obviously a high velocity match. These four men both want those designated title shots... well, maybe with the exception of Clapper, who is probably just here for the game. But the determination of the other three is apparent from what we're seeing here tonight.

[Marx comes to his feet, looking around and plotting his next move. He then catches sight of Clapper coming back to his feet. Marx advances and hits the recovering opponent with an overhead rabbit punch, putting Clapper back down on both knees. Clapper reacts by going for the legs, attempting to sweep Marx to the mat. But "The Gentlemen" quickly keeps control by grabbing Clapper around the waist. Clapper tries to bull him into the corner, but Marx quickly performs a standing sunset flip, much to the amazement of the crowd, and rolls Clapper up for a quick pin.]

MN: There's Marx with the cover!

DT: One!

Twooooo...
 

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DT: NO!! Pin broken up by Troy Douglas!
MN: Now why would he do that?

[Marx is left holding his jaw on the mat following the low dropkick delivered by Troy Douglas, who had made a quick recovery. Douglas leaves him like that as he goes into stomping the chest and face of Clapper.]

DT: Troy Douglas is taking it to Clapper! A bit of revenge for what went down in GWE!

MN: This guy's crazy!!

[Douglas finally switches from stomps to picking Clapper up to his feet. He hooks his head under his arm, and nails him with a BIG DDT that causes the fans to cheer! Douglas rolls over and hooks the leg for a pin.]

DT: Another pin attempt on Clapper...

One!

Two!

Th--NO!! Clapper kicks out...

MN: Clapper is a hard guy to put down, it seems...

[Meanwhile, Cruise comes back to his feet as he notices Douglas being kicked off of Clapper. Cruise calls for Douglas, and the two form a second of mutal understanding as they lock arms and sweep Clapper back down to the mat with a Double Clothesline! Marx comes back to his feet to get in on some of the action, but is quickly caught off guard with a low shot to the gut by Cruise followed by a hammerblow from Douglas. The two controlling wrestlers, continuing to work together, bring Marx back to his feet, take either of his arms, and whip him into the ropes. Marx returns, and gets sent for the ride of his life as Douglas and Cruise throw him into a Double Armdrag that hypes up the audience.]

DT: Great teamwork by Cruise and Douglas!

MN: Good to see these guys working together... even though Douglas is merely using Cruise's talents to get further in this match.

DT: What the hell are you talking about?

[Cruise and Douglas share a high five. Douglas then turns to continue the pressure on Marx, when Cruise, breaking the partnership bonds, unexpectedly grabs him from behind and throws him nearly the entire distance of the ring with a PAINFUL Half-Nelson Suplex! Douglas is tossed away like a rag doll.]

MN: BWHAHAHAHAHA!! So much for working together! You see, Cruise is too smart for that idiot Douglas!

DT: ...whatever, Mike...

[As Cruise comes up again, he quickly notices Marx coming back to his feet with the help of the ropes. But as he goes to take care of that, he fails to notice Clapper also recovering in the other corner. Cruise meets Marx and lays into him with a big right. Marx fights back with a chop across the chest. The two start trading blows left and right, until Clapper, seeing the situation, rushes them both and knocks the fighting pair OVER the ropes!!]

DT: CLAPPER OUT OF NOWHERE, sends Cruise and Marx to the outside!

MN: That bastard...

DT: But what, Douglas on a knee, recovering after his last fall...

MN: Eh?

[Clapper stands at the ropes for a moment, smiling proudly as he looks down at the sprawled bodies of his two opponents. He is obviously happy with his handiwork. But as he is taken up in the moment, Douglas quietly sneaks up from behind. Without warning, Douglas executes a surprises roll-up pin! The ref quickly goes to make the count.]

DT: Now it's DOUGLAS out of nowhere!!

ONE!!

TWO!!

THREE!!!

MN: OH MAN!!

DT: That's it, Clapper is OUTTA HERE!! Douglas caught him out of nowhere and made the quick pin! Man, I don't believe that! Talk about sweet revenge after the loss at GWE's Battleground Britain!

MN: Bah, good riddance...

[Clapper, back on his feet in surprise, hears the bell ring and promptly receives the news from the referee. He shakes his head in disappointment as Douglas returns to his feet. Clapper points at him with his head slightly cocked while wearing a grin, showing an obvious sign of respect to his eliminator. With that, Clapper exits the ring and goes back up the ramp. Meanwhile, outside the ring, Marx and Cruise recover after their recent spill, and immediately notice each other. Not at all mindful of being counted out, they quickly pounce on each other and commence to their previous fist fight.]

DT: Clapper's gone, and the war wages on between Cameron Cruise and Jonathan Marx!

MN: Beat the snot outta him, Cam!

[Douglas sees the fight going on, and decides to break it up. He hits the ropes on the opposite side of the ring to gain momentum, and returns, flipping over the ropes with a graceful plancha. He falls on top of Marx and Cruise, laying both men out. All three men end up in a heap outside the ring. Douglas is the first to come back to his feet, bringing Cruise with him. Douglas smashes Cruise's face against the ring apron, and follows up with a WHALLOPING Side Suplex! As he gets to his feet, he's tackled by Marx and shoved up against the barricade.]

DT: Boy, this match is getting brutal! The remaining three men are going crazy outside the ring!

MN: Careful, Dave... they're coming our way!

[Marx leads a weakened Troy Douglas over to the commentary table, and pounds his head over the corner! Douglas is put to the floor, where Jonathan Marx puts a few easy kicks into his opponent's ribcage. Nearby, Cruise groggily gets to his feet. Marx brings Douglas back to his feet, takes him by the arm, and executes a whip--unknowingly running him into Cruise. Cruise has only a moment to react, but it's enough, as he catches Douglas with a back-body drop that sends him over the barricade! Following this, Cruise looks around for a moment, confused as to what cause his suddenly reflexive movement. That second of hesitation is all it takes for Jonathan Marx to put him to the ground with a standing dropkick out of nowhere!]

MN: OOH... MAN!!

DT: Jonathan Marx is definitely in control at this point! He had perfect control over Douglas a moment ago, and now he's just LAID OUT Cameron Cruise!

MN: Damnit, this ain't good... I could lose my fifty bucks!

DT: Oh, so you really DO have money on Cruise?

MN: Well yeah!

DT: Best of luck to you then, but by the way things are turning out now, you might be fifty dollars poorer by the end of this match...

MN: Nah... Cruise will bounce back.

[Marx picks Cruise back off the mat and takes him to the ring, rolling him in under the ropes. He's about to go in himself when he remembers Douglas. When he gets onto the apron, he turns around, seeing Douglas back on his feet, hopping the barricade and ready to go at it again. Both men stand in a tense staredown... waiting for the other to make the first move. The moment is ended when Cruise, forgotten back in the ring, comes to his feet and clobbers Marx in the back of the head from inside. Marx falls off the apron, tumbling down on the pads bordering the ring. As he comes to his feet, Douglas quickly capitalizes by catching him off guard and throwing him into a Swinging Neckbreaker!]

DT: WOW!! Swinging Neckbreaker by Troy Douglas! Tremendous One-Two on Marx applied seperately by Cruise and Douglas...

MN: Meh...

DT: It sounds like the fans are on Douglas' side, but by your expression, Mike, you don't share their favoritism...

MN: I root for whoever I put my money on... and the man who my money's on is currently standing in the ring...

DT: Oop, not for long! Once again, this match is turning into a free-for-all outside the ring!

[Cruise once again steps out of the ring, spinning Douglas around and hitting him with a surprising right. Douglas reels back but comes back with a punch of his own. Both men go at it for a few moments until Douglas finally gains control. He ducks a wide left by Cruise and follows through with a Shoulder Toss that puts Cruise on the mat! Douglas follows through with an elbow inside the shoulder, putting some pressure onto Cruise's arm. Jonathan Marx is back on his feet, but off in another world as he stands breathing heavily with his head down on the apron. Douglas, meanwhile, straddles himself over Cruise's chest and begins working into his face!]

DT: And now Douglas is the one in control!

MN: Damnit, Cam! You're going to make me look like an idiot! I'll be the laughing stock of the pub if you lose this match!

DT: Settle down, Mike...

[Douglas finally brings Cruise back to his feet and rolls him into the ring. He finds Marx still trying to catch his breath, and takes advantage of the moment by hitting him while not paying attention. Douglas follows up by rolling him into the ring as well, and finally, he enters.]

DT: Well, it's about time!

MN: What?

DT: The match is back in the ring!

MN: Heh...

DT: Troy Douglas is still in control...

[Douglas continues his offensive standpoint on Marx by bringing him up to his knees... BLASTING him with a Snap Powerbomb, gaining the momentum of the audience! Cruise quickly drops down and makes the cover...]

DT: Here's a cover by Troy Douglas...

ONE!

TWO!

THR--OH NO!! Cruise breaks it up...

MN: I think Marx would have kicked out anyways...

[Now Cruise takes a moment to viciously attack Douglas with a series of punches, but its quickly broken up by the referee. Instead, Cruise hooks Douglas, and nails him with a POWERFUL Impact DDT, gaining a painful reaction from the audience. Following that, he rolls into a cover...]

DT: Cover by Cruise!

ONE!

TWO!

THR--NOO!! Douglas with a kickout...

[Cruise comes back to his feet, contemplating his next move. Then he goes to Marx, looking for a little help. Marx seems willing to go along with the plot, and the two men advance on Douglas before he can so much as shake off the pain in his head. Both men pound into his head and back with successive blows, pressuring him into the corner.]

MN: Douglas is in a bad position now...

DT: Heh... I TOLD ya Cruise would bounce back!

MN: Well, what about Marx?

DT: Bah! He's just riding Cruise's coattails!

[Both men beat down on Douglas in the corner. Then, after weakening him, they both boost him up to the top rope. Cruise motions for Marx to go out a little ways, and "The Gentlemen" moves out to the center of the ring. Cruise quickly ascends to the second rope, grabs Douglas around the mid-section, and hoists him off the top rope!! Douglas comes down with FORCE into a 3/4 Neckbreaker by Marx!!]

DT: OH MY GOD!! WHAT BRILLIANT TEAMWORK BY CRUISE AND MARX!!!

MN: YEAH BABY!! Now PIN that loser!!

DT: I don't know if Douglas can get up out of that one...

MN: NOBODY can kick out of that...

DT: Here comes Marx with the cover...

ONE!!


TWO!!



THREE--OH MY GOD, DOUGLAS KICKS OUT!!

MN: WHAT?!

[The fans comes alive cheering as Douglas somehow forces himself to kick out. Marx comes to his feet in absolute surprise.]

MN: How did he DO that?!

DT: Douglas isn't giving this match up! He's going to fight on!

MN: Wait, Cruise--

DT: HUH?!

[Taking advantage of the shocking moment, Cruise spins Marx around... delivers a boot to the gut... and follows up with...]

DT: THE SHIPWRECK!! CAMERON CRUISE NAILS JONATHAN MARX WITH THE SHIPWRECK!!

MN: OH MAN!!

DT: CRUISE WITH THE COVER...

ONE!!!


TWO!!!



THREEEEE!!!

[The bell rings as "The Gentleman" Jonathan Marx is eliminated.]

MN: Oh man, I don't believe it... I had TWENTY bucks on THAT guy! I was hoping he'd at least get a shot at the IC Title!

DT: As it is, Marx was caught off guard by Cameron Cruise, and now he's OUT of this match. But DAMN, he had a hell of a showing!

MN: You got that right!

[Holding his head in pain, Marx rolls out of the ring. Back in the ring, Cruise has moved on, bringing a hurt Troy Douglas back to his feet. He hooks him into a standing leg scissor.]

DT: Cruise with Douglas... oh my God, going for another SHIPWRECK--

MN: NOOOO!!!

[To Mike Neely's dismay, Douglas reverses out of nowhere with a back-body drop! The fans begin cheering wildly with the sudden revitalization of strength in Troy Douglas! Cruise quickly comes back to his feet, going for a clothesline--only to be swept into the air out unexpectedly, DRILLED back into the mat with a Tiltawhirl PIledriver executed by Troy Douglas!]

DT: AND DOUGLAS IS BACK AND FIGHTING!!

MN: DAMNIT!! He should have stayed down when Marx laid him out!

[Douglas quickly gets Cruise back to his feet... whips him against the ropes... nearly smashes his NOSE into the back of his HEAD with a knee lift that meant nothing but business! Still in full control, Douglas gets Cruise back to his feet... whips him into the corner... and to the delight of the fans, begins to set Cruise up onto the top rope! Acting on revenge, Douglas hoists Cruise off the turnbuckle by the waist, following through with a MASSIVE 3/4 Neckbreaker, the same move he fell victim to only minutes ago, only now pulled off by ONE man instead of two!]

DT: OH MY GOD, CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT!?

MN: ...NO!! I CAN'T!!

DT: Troy Douglas... has just laid out CAMERON CRUISE with the same move that nearly ended his stay in this match!

MN: *******it!

DT: Both of these men will have shots at either the IC or World Titles, depending on which man gets the final pinfall... but at this point, Douglas is on fire!

MN: Come on, Cam!

DT: Douglas with the cover...

ONE!!!


TWO!!!



THR--OH NOOO!!! Cameron Cruise KICKS OUT!!

MN: YESSSSS!!!

[Cruise makes a phenomenal kickout, wowing many fans. Douglas is obviously surprised, but doesn't miss a beat. He quickly gets Cruise back onto his feet... hooks him, and slams him back DOWN to the mat with a Faceplant Suplex!]

DT: BROKEN DREAM!! Douglas is setting up for the End of the Road!

MN: Hey, Dave...

[Douglas brings Cruise back to his feet, and takes him to the corner. The fans are suddenly in an uproar over something else however, as another person makes his way down the ramp.]

MN: Dave, look!

DT: Wait, who is that?

[The cameras turn to the entrance, zooming in on...]

DT: ...BEAST!!

MN: What the hell is HE doing out here?!

[Beast comes down to ringside, looking at the two men squaring off in the ring. Douglas comes to the corner and sets himself on the second rope, setting himself up for the End of the Road. He suddenly catches a glimpse of Beast, who smiles and delivers a small wave. That second of distraction proves to be Douglas' folly; Cruise, in a suddenly move of desperation, breaks out of the hold. Before Douglas can react, Cruise catches him across the face, and falls back with an Inverted Russian Legsweep!]

DT: REALITY CHECK!!

MN: ALRIGHT, BEAST BABY!!

DT: CRUISE ROLLS OVER WITH THE COVER...

ONE!!!


TWO!!!



THREEEEEEE!!! THAT'S IT, IT'S OVER!!!!

[The bell rings, and the referee raises the arm of Cameron Cruise. Cruise looks out of the ring to Beast, and nods once. Beast nods back, and goes back up the ramp.]

TONY FATORA: Here is your winner, and the number one contender to the World Heavyweight Championship... CAMEROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOON... CRUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUISE!!!



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MN: ...what the hell was that?

DT: Repaying the favor from last week. Cruise could be given credit for Suicide's defeat.

MN: Heh... like he needed it.

DT: What are you talking about? Douglas was about to win this match, and he WOULD have won if Beast hadn't blatantly distracted him!

MN: Bah... Cruise was about to come back anyways!

DT: Whatever, Mike... as it is, Troy Douglas has earned a shot for the Intercontinental Champion. But Cameron Cruise, the winner of this match, will go on to fight the World Champion, whoever he may be by the end of tonight.

MN: Yeah, he deserves it...

DT: ...even so, I get the feeling that Douglas isn't going to simply move on from this.

MN: Oh, who cares! I doubled my fifty, and I'm a HAPPY MAN!! Heh heh heh...

DT: Settle down, Mike.

MN: Hey, man... money rules, okay?

DT: If you say so. In any case, we've seen both our number one contenders decided here tonight, but these next two matches will determine who Troy Douglas and Cameron Cruise will challenge!

MN: Woohoo!
 

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[The arena lights dim to black. Something drifts over the unsilent atmosphere that makes everything almost stand cold. It's as though the world has held its breath.]
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.]


"EMPIRE PRO"
"SETS THE STAGE FOR..."

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


"SW"

[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.



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Intercontinental Championship
"Yours Truly" Adam Benjamin vs. Karl "The Dragon" Brown

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!!!



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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!
 

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[CUTTO: A shot of the ring as the crowd roars in anticipation for the main event!]
DT: This is it, folks! It's time for the main event, where we will finally crown a World Heavyweight Champion!

MN: Yeah, but will it be Beast or Christian Sands who walks out with the title?

DT: We'll just have to - hey, who's coming through the crowd?

MN: ...It's Dan Ryan! And look at that GETUP!

[CUTTO: The aisle as Dan Ryan strolls leisurely through the crowd. He's wearing an oversized Beast T-shirt that reads "Feel The RAAAHRRR!!!" and a Beast ball cap with a goofy 3-D claw that juts out from the hat. Grinning, he plunks himself down in a steel chair in the front row and slips on an enormous Beast foam finger, then grabs a beer in his other hand.]

MN: RAAAAHRRR!

DT: Well, Dan Ryan said he was Beast's biggest fan - but really, that hat is ridiculous.

MN: Feel the RAAAAHRRR, Dave! That rocks!



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No Interference
World Heavyweight Championship
Beast vs. Christian Sands

[The arena lights fade down to darkness, then slowly come back up in deep blue as the sound of chanting monks fill the arena, and the video screens light up with "BEAST" flashing in different styles and colors of text, mixed in with video clips of Beast executing various moves on his opponents. The chanting monks play for about 15 seconds, then fade into Nickelback's "Figure You Out", and as the opening guitar chords hit, a blast of red and white pyro go off around the stage area, then Beast walks through the smoke down the ramp and to the ring, followed closely by Lindsay Troy. Once in the ring, Beast salutes the fans by touching his fist to his chest over his heart a couple times before raising his hand in the air. He then notices Ryan and snorts, looking away. However, his gaze snaps immediately back to Ryan as a badly-dubbed, ridiculously cheesy "RAAAAAAHRRR!" plays at the end of his music. The expression on Beast's face clearly shows that he wants to slap the huge ****-eating grin off Ryan's face and rip him limb from limb. For his part, Ryan flashes a thumbs-up to go with the grin.]

MN: Raaaaaahr? Hah!

DT: This could very well be Beast's big night, Mike! Beast has fought valiantly through everything in his path, and now stands mere moments away from the chance to live his dream!

MN: Well, MY dream is to bone Lindsay. ROWR! Beast's one lucky foo.

DT: Erm. She is certainly attractive.

["Dark Machine" by Paul Oakenfold cues up, and the lights in the arena go out; the GlobalTron lights up with an image of Christian Sands gazing down from a distance, his face illuminated as if by car headlights through a window. After the first fourteen seconds of the song, a red strobelight kicks in. Smoke machines begin blowing a drifting mist horizontally across the ramp as Christian Sands emerges, striding down the ramp with the mist curling about his feet. He vaults into the ring over the top rope and stretches his arms briefly before walking to his corner and staring silently at Beast.]

DT: Beast's got a dream, but so does Christian Sands, as he's come a long way to make it to this point!

MN: But man, that ain't fair. Beast's got Lindsay as backup.

DT: That in itself shows you a key difference between these two men. Beast has said that he wears his heart on his sleeves, and indeed Lindsay and he are romantically close. Sands, meanwhile, walks alone. He's the kind of man who trusts only in himself.

[SFX: *DING* - Bell rings. Sands and Beast step into the center of the ring as the referee and Tony Fatora stand between them and Lindsay slides to the outside.]

TONY FATORA: Th' following contest is scheduled for one fall! It will determine the inaugural Empire Pro Wrestling Heavyweight Champion of the World!

[Big pop.]

TONY FATORA: Introducing first, from Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada! He weighs in at two hundred and ninety pounds and is accompanied by "The Queen of the Ring" Lindsay Troy! THIS... ISSSSS... BEEEEEEEEEEEAST!!!

[Beast raises his arms to the roaring crowd. Dan Ryan comes to his feet and whistles loudly, clapping exaggeratedly. Troy sniffs in his direction, and Beast ignores him.]

TONY FATORA: And his opponent, from Barrie, Ontario, Canada! He weighs in at two hundred and seventy pounds! THIS... ISSSS... CHRRRRRRRRRRISTIAAAAAAAANNN... SAAAAAAANNNNNDS!!!

[Sands doesn't move, but rather stares a hole through Beast, oblivious to the deafening boos of the crowd.]

[As Fatora steps out of the ring, the official holds the title up to the crowd, then lectures the two men on the rules before sliding out of the ring. SFX: *DINGDINGDING* - Bell rings.]

DT: And we're under way here!

[Beast and Sands stare down for a long moment, going nose-to-nose in the center of the ring and talking trash. Beast is the first on the offensive, throwing a heavy punch, but Sands ducks it and grabs a waistlock, taking Beast to the mat with a Greco-Roman throw and boosting over to snap a side headlock on him. Beast tries to roll out, but Sands switches up and goes to another side headlock. Growling, Beast powers to his feet, but Sands takes him over and goes to a rear chin lock, applying a leg grapevine around Beast's waist.]

DT: Oh! Sands taking Beast to the mat from the get-go, working him over in his own element!

MN: Maybe Sands wasn't full of crap after all. He's looking a lot more focused than we've ever seen him.

[Grabbing Sands' leg, Beast tries to break the grapevine, but Sands releases it himself and drops the big man on the canvas. He drives a hard elbow into Beast's sternum, then picks him up and whips him into the ropes. Beast comes back and levels Sands with a huge shoulder block that evokes a big pop - especially from Ryan. Ignoring the Ego Buster, Beast runs the ropes, but Sands drop toe holds him and clubs at his neck with hard right hands before applying a camel clutch.]

DT: Beast with a hard shoulder - no, Sands back on him! There's a camel clutch!

MN: Heh heh. Camel.

[Sands works in the camel clutch, but Beast powers out, rising to his feet with Sands still on his back. However, Sands releases the hold and clips Beast's left leg. He tries to apply a Sharpshooter, but Beast kicks him off, at which point Sands backs into the ropes and drops a knee on the big man. With the aid of the ropes, Beast pulls himself quickly up. Sands Irish-whips him across the ring, but Beast ducks his clothesline, rebounding to turn him inside out with a huge boot!]

DT: What a boot from Beast!

MN: Sands did a 360 off that one!

[As Sands comes to his feet, Dan Ryan comes to his feet, waves his foam finger in the air, and starts yelling "BEAST! BEAST! BEAST! BEAST!" at the top of his lungs. Beast glances over and flips him the bird before picking up Sands, whipping him into the corner. Sands bounces off the turnbuckles hard, and Beast charges in to kill him with a massive clothesline.]

DT: Big lariat from Beast, and he's ALL fired up!

MN: Dan Ryan's pissing him off!

DT: He is something of a nuisance, isn't he?

[Shoving Sands roughly into the corner, Beast sizes him up and delivers a massive overhand chop that evokes a "Wooooo!" from the crowd... and from Ryan. However, Sands fights back with a stiff chop of his own, the sound echoing throughout the arena. Another "Woooooo!" ensues. Beast chops back, and Sands reciprocates, and the two chop at each other as the crowd woos - well except for Ryan, who is yelling "RAAAAAHRRR!" with every Beast chop. Lindsay can barely hold back a snicker. Finally, Beast hits a particularly stiff chop that knocks Sands to the mat.]

DT: Both men going to the chopping block there!

MN: It's a trip to the woodshed!

[Shooting Ryan a flat look, Beast pulls Sands to his feet and sets him up for a vertical suplex; however, Sands hooks his leg around Beast's, blocking the move. Beast tries again, but Sands drops to one knee and sweeps Beast's legs out from under him, shooting in to hammer at the big man's neck with right hands. Beast fights to his feet, but Sands takes a step back before darting in to take him down with a swinging neckbreaker.]

DT: Oh, Sands with the neckbreaker there, as it's clear which body part he's targeting here!

MN: Neckbusta! Hah!

[Wincing slightly, Beast pulls himself to a standing position - but not for long, as Sands grabs him from behind and hits a half-kneeling neckbreaker across his shoulder, then pulls Beast over his shoulder with a snapmare. He clubs at the big man's neck with harsh rights for a moment before running the ropes, baseball-sliding into Beast's chin with a dropkick that snaps Beast's head back painfully. Beast hits the mat hard, and Sands boosts into a cover.]

DT: There's the cover by Sands! Could be it - No, Beast kicked out!

MN: Kicked out? POWERED out! He flung Sands right off him!

[Beast stands quickly, but Sands is already on him, taking him down with a spear and trying for the Sharpshooter. However, Beast grabs his leg and drags him to the mat, then waistlocks him and launches him with a rough release German suplex! Sands lands in a heap near the corner, and Beast follows him, dropping him on his neck with a BRUTAL back suplex! Ryan waves his finger in the air again and begins chanting, "BEAST IS COOL! BEAST IS COOL! BEAST IS COOL!" This time, Beast doesn't even look at him, but his expression darkens.]

DT: I think Dan Ryan's antics are starting to get to Beast! Nevertheless, he's got Christian Sands reeling here!

MN: WITH HIS HOSS POWAH!

DT: ...Right.

[Intensity flickers in Beast's eyes as he stalks the rising Sands, scooping him up and launching him across the ring with a belly-to-belly suplex. Sands bounces off the canvas and comes to his feet unsteadily, and Beast dumps him over the ropes with a clothesline.]

DT: Oh, Beast sends Sands down to the floor!

MN: That's not fair! You KNOW Troy's gonna get involved, and it's no interference! DQ Beast!

[Troy doesn't get involved, honoring the stipulation. Beast grunts and climbs the turnbuckles, then comes off at Sands with an axehandle. However, Sands dodges out of the way, and Beast hits the barricade, his chin snapping off the steel guardrail! Beast slides to the floor, holding his head.]

DT: OUCH! Beast's head just hit that steel guardrail!

MN: STEEEEEEEEEEL!!!

DT: Oh, and look at Ryan!

[As Beast reels against the rail, Ryan reaches over and pats him on the shoulders before shouting, "GO BEAST GO! GO BEAST GO!" He then pats Beast on the head like a dog, evoking a giggle from Lindsay. Beast looks like he's inches from ripping Ryan's head off his shoulders, but Sands gets to him first, Irish-whipping him into the ring steps. Beast flips over the stairs and lands near the ramp, looking dazed.]

DT: Dan Ryan's making a nuisance of himself - but OH, was that ever a sickening trip into those stairs for Beast!

MN: Did you hear the thud?!

DT: I heard it!

[Beast holds his neck with one hand as Sands hauls him to his feet, then knocks him down with a stiff chop that draws woos from the crowd. Quickly, Sands rolls Beast into the ring just in time to break the ten count, then goes to the top rope and sails off with a moonsault that connects firmly!]

DT: WOW! Sands with a beautiful moonsault! The cover - One - TWO - NO, Beast kicked out!

MN: Damn! Sands rarely uses the top rope, but when he does it's COOL!

[Gruffly, Sands drags Beast to his feet and shoves him into the corner, chopping away at him a few times. From there, Sands waistlocks Beast and heaves him into the center of the ring with an impressive belly-to-belly suplex. Beast stumbles to his feet, and Sands swings in behind him, slapping on a double chickenwing and hitting a tiger suplex, then rolling through for a second and a third before releasing!]

DT: Rolling tiger suplexes from Sands there! He's taken control of the match!

MN: Has he ever! But you gotta think Dan Ryan's playing a factor in that.

DT: He's certainly not helping matters.

[Dazed from the impact, Beast sits up and shakes his head quickly, but stops and lets out a clipped breath as a jolt of pain runs through his neck. Sands takes advantage immediately, running the ropes and sailing over Beast to crack him with a rolling neck snap. Beast falls back, and Sands immediately locks him in a surfboard strait-jacket hold, stretching Beast's neck against the back of his knee.]

DT: There's the necktie surfboard by Sands! He's definitely wearing Beast down here!

MN: He's chokin' that big boy out!

DT: Beast trying to fight out, but Sands has got him locked up tight!

MN: Man, once he gets his hands on you, you're DONE.

DT: Sands is definitely a master of submissions, and he's proving it right now, as he's completely immobilized Beast!

[At ringside, Dan Ryan waves his foam finger in the air and starts screaming "LET'S GO BEAST" loudly. The crowd soon joins him in a thunderous "LET'S GO BEAST, LET'S GO BEAST" chant. Fueled by the crowd, Beast fights to his feet and elbows his way out of the hold. He goes to run the ropes, but Sands grabs him by the neck and takes him down roughly before locking on a grounded dragon sleeper, swinging over to add a side body scissors with his legs.]

DT: Beast fighting out - No, Sands shuts him down, and now to the inverted facelock sleeper!

MN: I guess Sands was telling the truth. He's really taking it to Beast. I don't think Beast expected this.

DT: This is a very devastating hold by Sands, as it immobilizes Beast's body and cuts off the flow of blood to his brain! It could be over here!

MN: Beast's fading fast!

DT: Senior referee Rudy Gossard checking on Beast! Raises his arm... it falls once!

MN: Beast's OUT! He looks completely unconscious!

DT: The official raising Beast's arm again... falls twice!

MN: One more and Sands wins the title!

DT: Raising it again - NO!!! BEAST KEEPS IT UP!!!

MN: HE'S ALIIIIIIIIVE!!!

[Surging to his feet as he gets his second win, Sands powers out of the hold and shakes Sands loose with elbows, then flattens him with a clothesline. He whips Sands hard into the ropes and boots him in the face to a big pop, then scoops him up and body-slams him to the canvas with authority! The crowd roars, and Dan Ryan offers a war-whoop.]

DT: Beast's a house afire! Clothesline! BOOT! Body slam! Sands is REELING!

MN: He tastes that title!

[Drawing in heavy breaths, Sands fights to his feet. Beast kicks him in the gut and hooks him up for the Absolution to a huge crowd pop, but Sands pulls out Beast's legs and catapults him into the corner. Beast catches the ropes, however, and blocks the impact. Sands turns, and Beast kicks him in the gut and KILLS him with the Absolution to a HUGE pop!]

DT: ABSOLUTION!!! ABSOLUTION!!! IT'S OVER!!! BEAST COVERS!!!

ONE!!!


TWO!!!



THREEEEEEE!!!
 

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DT: ...NOOOOOOOOOO, IT'S NOT!!! SANDS KICKED OUT!!! I THOUGHT WE HAD A NEW CHAMPION!!!
MN: SO CLOSE!!! TWO POINT NINE!!!

[With a huff, Beast signals to the roaring crowd again, then hooks Sands up for a second Absolution; however, Sands recovers and rises to his feet, back body dropping Beast with authority. He grabs the big man by the hair and pulls him to his feet, punching him in the small of the back twice before hitting an inverted DDT across his knee!]

DT: Oh, big reverse DDT by Sands, dropping Beast's neck and upper back across his knee!

MN: Nice shot, man!

[Sands doesn't waste any time in dragging Beast to his feet, clubbing at his neck a few more times before drilling him with a DDT. The impact causes Beast to stand on his head, his legs twitching in the air before he finally flops onto his face. Snorting once, Sands pulls Beast up onto his shoulders and boosts him up, dropping the big man's neck across his knee in a neckbreaker maneuver!]

DT: And there's that brutal knee neckbreaker Sands is known to use!

MN: I can't believe that thing didn't take Beast's head off. It just looks so stiff and unforgiving.

[Shaking the cobwebs out of his head, Beast staggers to his feet. Sands meets him with a kick to the gut, then looks out into the crowd, noticing Dan Ryan. He smirks, then stuffs Beast into a standing headscissors, pulling him up to deliver a Humility Bomb!]

DT: HUMILITY BOMB!!! SANDS JUST HIT BEAST WITH DAN RYAN'S HUMILITY BOMB!!!

MN: HE'S GONNA EMBARRASS HIM IN FRONT OF THE OWNER!!!

DT: SANDS COVERS!!!

ONE!!!


TWO!!!



THREENNNNOOOOOOOO!!! BEAST GOT THE SHOULDER UP IN THE NICK OF TIME!!!

MN: NO WAY! I thought it was over!

DT: To be fair, the real Humility Bomb has a lot more brute strength behind it - but Sands' was certainly nothing to scoff at, either.

[A look of annoyance crosses Sands' face. He places a knee on Beast's chest and punches him in the face repeatedly, opening up a cut above the big man's left eyebrow. Roughly, Sands pulls Beast up and tries for a suplex, but Beast floats over and lands with Sands in an inverted facelock. Sands fights, but Beast slugs him in the ribs and kills him with an inverted swinging neckbreaker to a HUGE crowd pop!]

DT: Suplex - NO, WAIT - TEST OF FAITH!!! BEAST HITS THE TEST OF FAITH FROM OUT OF NOWHERE!!!

MN: AAAAAH!!! IT'S DONE!!!

DT: HE'S GOTTA COVER!!! HE'S GOTTA CAPITALIZE!!! BEAST COULD BE THE WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION IF HE CAN MAKE THIS COVER!!!

MN: HE'S TRYING!!!

DT: BEAST WITH THE ARM ACROSS SANDS!!!

ONE!!!


TWO!!!



...NO!!! SANDS KICKED OUT!!!

MN: Beast ALMOST HAD IT!!!

[Beast's expression betrays his disbelief. He covers Sands again, but the other man kicks out. Furiously, Beast picks Sands up and ploughs him into the corner with a shoulder charge, then boosts him up to the top turnbuckle, following him up. Sands tries to fight, but Beast slugs him and takes him down to earth with a top-rope suplex!]

DT: Oh, SUPERPLEX by Beast! Cover!

One!

TWO!

-NO, Sands kicked out!

MN: He's resilient, I'll give him that!

[Gritting his teeth, Beast waits for Sands to rise, then picks him up and goes for a suplex, but snaps him down into a brutal spinebuster that pops the crowd! From there, Beast stands over his opponent and waits for him to rise, holding up a hand to the roaring fans... and ignoring Dan Ryan's "BEASTIE! BEASTIE!" chant at ringside.]

DT: These fans smell it! These fans know what's coming! These fans see Beast set and ready to deliver the Absolution and put Christian Sands away!

MN: Man, he's gonna do it!

[Suddenly, Sands recovers and darts behind Beast in the blink of an eye, snaring him in a cobra clutch and slamming him to the canvas powerfully! He immediately bridges over Beast for a pin!]

DT: Wha - SAND BLASTER!!! OUT OF NOWHERE!!! COVER!!!

ONE!!!


TWO!!!



THREEEEEE!


- NO!!! BEAST KICKED OUT!!!

MN: AAAAH!!! NO WAY!!!

DT: I THOUGHT IT WAS OVER THERE, BUT BEAST SAYS NO!!!

[With a huff, Sands pulls Beast to his feet and chops his chest twice, whipping him into a corner and scoring with a running clothesline. He then goes behind again for another Sand Blaster, but Beast elbows him loose and hooks him up. He tries for an Absolution, but Sands bridges out and reverses into a Sand Blaster attempt, which Beast blocks by hooking his leg around the middle rope!]

DT: The reversals - No, Beast's blocking the Sand Blaster!

MN: Smart move!

[Sands tries to shake Beast loose; however, Beast snaps an elbow back to stun his adversary. From there, Beast shoves him down into a standing headscissors and begins to underhook the arms, but looks up and locks eyes with Dan Ryan. He drops the underhook and pulls Sands up for a Humility Bomb as Ryan glares daggers at him!]

DT: BEAST'S GOING FOR A HUMILITY BOMB!!!

[However, Beast can't complete the move; Sands tightens his legs around Beast's head in a triangle choke. Beast tries to shove Sands off, but the smaller man drops off himself... right down into the Sandman's Clutch!]

DT: SANDMAN'S CLUTCH!!! SANDMAN'S CLUTCH!!! SANDS REVERSED THE HUMILITY BOMB!!!

MN: WOW!!! HE CAME OUT OF NOWHERE WITH THAT!!!

DT: BEAST'S IN DIRE STRAITS!!! HE'S GOT TO MAKE IT TO THE ROPES!!!

MN: He's crawling!

DT: Beast sidling towards the bottom rope!

MN: Listen to Ryan and Lindsay cheering him on!

DT: He's almost there! Reaching out!

MN: He's so close!

DT: Beast's fingers are millimeters away from the bottom rope!

MN: He just has to scootch closer...

DT: NO!!! SANDS ROLLS OVER AND BACK INTO THE CENTER OF THE RING WITH THE CLUTCH STILL APPLIED!!! BEAST IS IN NO-MAN'S-LAND!!!

MN: He's gotta tap!

DT: Beast raising his hand - NO, HE DOESN'T TAP!!! HE'S HOLDING HIMSELF BACK!!!

MN: No, he's gonna tap!

DT: NO, HE DOESN'T!!! Beast is biting his own hand between his teeth to keep himself from tapping out!

MN: What a MANEUVER!!!

DT: But Sands is RELENTLESS! He will NOT LET GO!!!

[Every single man, woman, and child in Madison Square Garden is on their feet, roaring "BEAST! BEAST! BEAST!" at the top of their lungs, clapping in time with the chant. Beast's eyes flare, and he tries to fight, but Sands tightens his grip even more. Slowly, Beast begins to fade, his eyes glazing over.]

DT: Beast's fading! He's almost out!

MN: There's the ref!

DT: Raising Beast's arm... drops once!

MN: Oh no...

DT: Again... DROPS TWICE!!! Once more and Sands is the champion!

MN: Come on...

DT: Again... DROPS NOOOOO!!! THE ARM STAYS UP!!!

MN: But Sands won't let go!

DT: The arm is down again, and I think Beast is totally out!

MN: It's gotta be over...

DT: The official's again raising the arm... Drops once!

MN: Come on, Beast!

DT: Again raising it... Drops twice!

MN: FIGHT OUT!!!

DT: Raising again - NO, BEAST KEEPS IT UP!!!

MN: HE'S STILL IN THE FIGHT!!!

DT: But there goes the arm again!

MN: Beast's eyes are just GLAZED OVER!!!

DT: Sands is like a rabid dog! He's not relenting at all!

MN: The ref's going to the arm again!

DT: Raising Beast's arm... Falls once!

MN: He's gonna fight out.

DT: Raising again... Falls twice!

MN: He's gonna get out.

DT: Raising the arm again... FALLS THREE TIMES!!! IT'S OVER!!! IT'S OVER!!! BEAST IS OUT, AND CHRISTIAN SANDS IS THE CHAMPION!!!

MN: I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!!!

[SFX: *DINGDINGDING* - Bell rings as the arena rises as one and boos. Sands slowly releases Beast from the hold and rolls over onto his back, staring up at the lights with tears in his eyes as the referee places the World Title in his hands.]

TONY FATORA: Here is your winner, and the NEEEEEEEEEEEW Heavyweight Champion of the World... CHRRRRRRRRRRISTIAAAAAAAAAANNN... SAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNDSSSSS!!!



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DT: WHAT A HELLACIOUS BATTLE!!! Both of these men gave everything they had, but it's Christian Sands who walks out with the title!

MN: Don't take anything away from Beast, though, because he could have won this just as easily! It could've gone either way as far as I'm concerned!

DT: It certainly was one hell of a contest! I wouldn't mind seeing it again!

[Concern on her face, Lindsay Troy rolls Beast out of the ring and helps him to the back. Smirking faintly, Dan Ryan stands and wades back into the crowd. Back in the ring, Sands regains his footing and stands in the center of the canvas, holding the title high as the crowd pelts him with garbage. However, a lean form suddenly rushes the ring.]

DT: WAIT A MINUTE!!! IT'S NATE LOGAN!!! NATE LOGAN IS HERE!!!

MN: NO!!! GET HIM OUT!!!

[Hearing the sudden cheers of the crowd, Sands turns, and Zero punches him in the face and knees him in the gut, causing him to drop the title! Zero chops him again, then hits a double knee lift, flowing into a DDT that spikes Sands' skull off the title! Sands goes limp, bleeding from a cut on his forehead!]

DT: MY GOD!!! ZERO HOUR!!! ZERO HOUR ON THE TITLE!!! NATE LOGAN HAS JUST LAID OUT THE WORLD'S CHAMPION HERE AT BLACK DAWN!!!

MN: I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS!!!

DT: Dammit, we're out of time! For Mike Neely, I'm Dave Thomas! This has been Black Dawn! GOODNIGHT, everyone!

[Fade to credits, then to black, leaving us with a fading shot of Zero standing tall over the fallen Christian Sands...]
 

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