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Reaching the end of two hard fought days in the EEW reunion show, Final Stand, it was time for the main event of the exclamation point in the promotion's history. Briefly there is a montage of all of the past EEW World Champions. Expanding on the time after Kelly King 2.0 was attacked and the world championship had to be vacated and a new champ needing to be crowned on the final show, EEW's Fifth Birthday. The focus is on one competitor in that match and his rise. Summers is seen eating a leg drop from Jed. Was he the mystery man? The next is Harli Drummond kicking Summers in the face over the top rope. We're back in Speed and Summers is a monk getting told off by Adam Mastorocola or something and getting beat up by Matt Shanahan. On Speed. Holding the X-Treme Championship less than a day. Reminding the entire crowd the trials and tribulations Summers had gone through before coffee pours of the screen. Next we see a six man tag, NJPW style, and Summers is teaming with Nuke Fusion for some reason. Then the birthday show. A match that was tearing up the territories drawing a huge house everywhere it went. A Brisco vs. Funk Jr.-esque affair between Mike Landry and Summers. They don't show the returning star doing the job but show his handshake at the end of the promotions life, sending all the viewers home happy. Then the coffee cup falls on the screen.

-PORCELAIN SHATTERS-

DUNUH NUH NURR DUH NUH DUH NUH NURRR

DUDUN DUNUH DUH DUH DUH DUH DUUUURRRR

BAH GAWD THAT'S! THAT'S! THAT'S SIZZLIN' HOT!

A now bald SIZZLIN' HOT Summers shakes his head ferociously as he waddles on stage wearing black tights and shooter shoes, still opting to rock the thick, brown Hogan-stache. He was also wearing a letterman's jacket with the Marauder International logo and patches dedicated to McDonald's, Folgers, Dorito's, and Tiger Thiccc Whiskey. The crowd roars for the man who gave them the technical masterpiece they yearned for in this promotion of extreme matches and church brawls. Having just inked his endorsement deal with Dorito's, he was finally able to bust out some new branding. Or a gimmick as the hardcore marks in this audience would call it. Gyrating his head violently, he continued his waddle to the ring where he would roll in. Huge anti-hero pop for SIZZLIN' HOT right now not coming out with the rest of the Marauders. Summers handed his jacket to the attendant at the ring as the referee patted him down and he went to his corner to wait on his mystery opponent.

The sound of bell signaled for the contest to begin and SIZZLIN' HOT was ready to finally stamp his mark in the place that held him down constantly. Almost as much as the company who lost their five on five match against this promotion. Nuke Fusion and Brantley Summers, two names who even surrounded by returning stars, manage to shine so brightly. Neither held top gold in EEW and only one really had any major stories or teams in the company, but the smart crowd knew they were in for masterpiece, or as the kids say these days 'banger'.

SIZZLIN' HOT walks from the corner, thrusting his head in all directions and raising his arms, maintaining distance from Fusion. He knew the crowd was fired up after the huge ???'s that had popped up for this final show. Summers looked at Nuke, then to the crowd, then back to Nuke, and back to the crowd. Facing Nuke finally once more, he slowly circled the ring clapping his hands and doing a boogie woogie shuffle to build up the contest.

Normally Summers would feign accepting a lock up, but this was going to be his first truly sensical brawl since shaking ring rust off not too much earlier and he was going to show he still had the workrate that people chimed about for years.

Hearing the pulse of the arena, SIZZLIN' HOT eased into the lock up before attempting to quickly pull Nuke in for a classic side headlock hold.

Thinking the budget for this would be lesser because Summers forgot this had major company money backing the show, Summers was expecting a slack rope that wouldn't allow much movement. Much to his chagrin, SIZZLIN' HOT was caught off guard by the buoyancy of the ropes. Sending the veteran across the ring in an exaggerated waddle run, Summers was forced off the other ropes heading back at Fusion for whatever his plan was.

The crowd sat on the edge of their seat, this was the fastest pace a Summers match had since before his ungraceful exit from the squared circle years earlier. Even the Landry series saw Summers begin his matches with nary an early drop down.

SIZZLIN' HOT was scorching back across the ring when Nuke slid out under the bottom rope. Seeing this happen, Summers was caught off guard but too a massive leap into the ropes. This would send him flying back across the ring before Summers would pivot and hit the perpendicular set of ropes to his initial launch. SIZZLIN' HOT was hitting the one man criss cross and boy did he look cool doing it.

The crowd, initially offended with Nuke's mind games, saw the fluid worker Summers nail the highly touted spot on his own and roared in excitement. SIZZLIN' HOT would finish his criss cross by sliding under the ropes midstride to the left side of the steps by the middle of the apron and begin heading towards Fusion to continue the action. SIZZLIN' needed the Krispy Kreme (this will make sense later but the way the show is formatted, it's hard to do references to earlier actions chronologically) patch because he was Hot n' Ready for action.

The ground floor was cold for old SIZZLIN' HOT. Hitting the lightly padded, because they were so hardcore and extreme, floor with a thunderous thud, the ring veteran was nearly decapitated by the screaming lariat delivered by Fusion. Summers was caught off guard by Nuke, expecting more cockiness instead of the chicanery that Fusion was implementing against him. He held his face and rolled onto his stomach trying to quickly collect himself to get to his knees and provide himself a greater base for defense.

The crowd was starting to get behind this new underdog Summers. A kick a** babyface bringing the fight to his opponent was something new for the fans to see SIZZLIN' HOT as, but they were used to seeing him get his a** handed to him so the come from behind schtick was a slap to the face like Mysterio popping out a 619 at One Night Stand.

Summers was facing some serious adversity early on as Nuke picks him up and sends SIZZLIN' HOT over his shoulders and towards the sun. Summers was pulling out the Ziggler bumps for this show, hoping to steal it from all the returning names like he did at another big show earlier in the year. The man who was staring at the lights in the last EEW match was sent from the lights and crashed back first and perpendicular to the apron.

"GYUAGHH!"

Summers lets out a scream of anguish as his legs were hung between the middle and top ropes and his body laid hanging down the ring apron, almost like a Tree of Woe. He was in a compromising position, but he needed to gain as much sympathy from the crowd as possible before he started using his tried and true tactics later on the match. The goodwill was imperative for him and the history of EEW.

The blood rushing to his head quickly he yelled out to Nuke who was mere feet away, "Come on! I'm right here, take it like a man!" Still hanging, Summers threw his fists up and pushed them back and forth like an early 1900s boxer.