DT: You have to admire the tenacity of Sean Stevens. This man endured one HELL of a--

[On the big screen, suddenly, Ice Tre appears. We hear his cackling before we recognize him, really. Eyes hidden behind his shades, he is very animated and "hyped". Standing before an Aggression backdrop, Tre picks his teeth with a toothpick.]

MN: What is THIS about?

DT: We know that Ice Tre TRIED to attack Triple X at Wrestleverse but instead--

MN: Got his ASS handed to him--

[Before they can finish their thoughts, Ice Tre clears his throat, silencing the cheering fans.]

ICE TRE: S'appnin', baby? It is me, the T-R-E. How you LIVIN', Stevenz? You remember me, don't you?

[Triple X swept some hair away from his sweaty brow and squinted at the screen in disbelief. Then he smiled.]

ICE TRE: That's right, son. I remember YOU, too. You be that same sucka that DROPPED me at 'Verse Two. I tip my hat. You was ready for me. But you need to know a few things about Ice Tre. First, I *am* the K'ang of the Streets. I *am* dirtier than dirt, baby. I *know* how to get down. Second, Ice Tre don't give up. He don't stop.

[Tre smiled on the screen and Stevens looked to a production assistant for a microphone. It was in that brief moment when, from the crowd, appeared Ice Tre.]

DT: Ice Tre is just at the entrance!

DM: He's got a steel chair in hand!

[Shirtless, Ice Tre charged from behind and BLASTED Sean Stevens in the back with the chair.]

DT: Stevens goes down! Hard! Ice Tre, OH! Again with the steel chair to the back! What is Tre THINKING?

ICE TRE [onscreen]: Remember the name, Stevenz. Let the world know that the Ice Age has arrived.

[Tre threw the chair down and hopped over the rail, smiling as he bounced back into the crowd. On the mat, Sean Stevens slowly got to his knees, his face twisted in pain.]

ICE TRE [onscreen]: Reckonize, son. Reckonize.

DT: Ice Tre has sent a message to Sean Stevens tonight!

[Cut backstage]

[The scene opens to a shot of Steven Shane walking through the back of the arena. He finally comes to a stop at a door that reads: “Dan Ryan – Owner, EPW”. Shane reads the plate and quickly pulls it off the door. He then busts in and we see Dan Ryan cleaning out his desk.]

Shane: Here ya go, you might wanna get a new one of these made.

[Shane tosses the nameplate at Dan Ryan, who just stares at him.]

Shane: What the hell is going on, man? I put my neck on the line for you, and this is how you repay me?

Vice President of Operations? What the hell is that? Why don’t you just call it “Dan Ryan’s new best friend’s ass kisser”?

Ryan continues to stare at Shane.

Shane: That’s what I thought. I can’t believe that I thought helping you out would actually lead to some sort of reward for me.

Here I am. Still stuck in the exact same position as I was before I lent my helping hand.

As far as I’m concerned, you can take your little VP position and shove it. All you’re doing is dangling the worm in front of my face before you pull it away again.

Ryan: [still barely paying attention] Hey, could you pass me that box? This one's getting full. [Ryan tapes up the box he's working on, then looks up at Shane when he gets no response.]

Shane: Whatever. I’m outta here.

[Shane slams the door as the camera focuses on Ryan before fading out.]

In the upset of the night, C.E. Augustus defeated EPW Television Champion Shawn Hart with his devastating finishing maneuver, the K-14 – a belly to belly suplex pildriver. C.P. Nero’s presence outside proved to be ample distraction to give Augustus the advantage throughout the match. However, despite the disadvantage Shawn Hart’s vast repertoire nearly overcame the odds as he rallied to a near finish. It was during this rally that Nero reached in and tripped Hart up just enough to distract him, leaving him vulnerable to Augustus’ finisher. From there, Augustus made his way through the cage door with Hart reaching for him at the sixteen minute mark.

Winner: C.E. Augustus in 16:07

[Fade in from black to the sounds of soldiers marching and a black and white stock video from World War II. An eerie, deep tone casts itself over the acoustics of boots hitting the pavement. ]

Voiceover: Over 60 years ago America faced a German enemy the likes of which it had never seen. Now... it faces an even larger challenge...

[Fade to a slow zooming shot on the back of an insanely large man. His muscles ripple as he curls a large bar of weight in front of him. The shot is interlaced with brief flashes of his body, drenched in sweat and pulsating with energy. Abrupt screams are heard as zooming shot switches to a pan of his tattoos... mountains of skulls with their mouths open, crying out to someone unknown. The zooming shot ends a safe distance away from the man as the audience catches a glimmer of light on his bald head. He slowly lifts his head up, looking straight forward, yet still concealing his face from the camera.]

Man with a thick German accent: I have waited. I have trained. I stood by as the masses chanted the names of unworthy men. But I wait... no more.

[The beast of a man lifts his arms up slowly to the heavens and tilts his head up to the single spotlight that shines on him from above.]

Man: I have spoken with the Father... and Now... is the time. He tells me this…is MY time. He TELLS me... that the Motherland needs me. That these fools... must be ripped. They must be scarred. The skies... oh.... the skies... give unto your son the blood of man. Give unto me the strength I need to rid this world of the weak. Let me rip them... limb... from limb. I can taste the fear of the inferiors... it IS the time.

[The monster looks at his own hands, bringing them to his sides. A small amount of blood trickles from where he has clenched the weight bar.]

Man: I can feel it, Father.

[Fade back to the sounds of soldiers marching as the screen drops to black.]

Silvio Fiore made his debut against veteran Troy Douglas. Douglas was as solid as ever, crisp in his delivery although he had trouble overcoming Fiore’s seeming endless pain threshold. Indeed, as Fiore reportedly is incapable of feeling the sensation of pain Douglas had to invent ways to wrestle effectively on the fly. Fiore dazzled the crowd during parts of the match with lightning quick offense, keeping Douglas grounded for long stretches of time while striking from all angles. The match made its way to the top of the cage as both men fought to get over. With Fiore able to counter every Douglas attack, the end came finally as the force of a Douglas forearm knocked Fiore’s hands loose from the cage, sending him tumbling to the mat. Even so, Fiore scrambled for the cage door as Douglas climbed over and down the outside of the cage as quickly as possible. Douglas hit the floor just a moment before Fiore reached through, tumbling forward with both hands to the ground - giving Douglas the close win.

Winner: Troy Douglas in 18:14