[CUT TO: Mojo Massey standing in front of an EPW: Aggression backdrop, holding a microphone, as the EPW World Champion, 'XXX' Sean Stevens walks into the picture dressed for competition, in black tights with a golden crown on the front and rear, and the now infamous 100% cotton, limited edition, "Caitlyn, Your Toe Is Showing!" t-shirt, with a big brown Camel on the back smoking a cigarette... 

...purchasable at any vendor, or online by going to http://www.empireprowrestling.com ... going to the shopzone section, and clicking on Joe Camel's twin brother ... err ... twin camel. We don't need any stinkin' lawsuits!

On his head, was a shiny, 24 carat, solid gold, King's Crown that matched the art on his tights, with little white and yellow diamonds all over.] 

MOJO!: Sean Stevens, last week, we saw a different side of you. A more aggressive, sadistic side. A side that saw you really attempt to HURT someone. Last week you weren't the entertainer that the wrestling industry grew to know you as. Last week, you seemingly became a man that was hell bent on inflicting as much punishment as possible on his foes, and liked doing it. What brought this on?

TRIPLE X: What brought this on? Hmmm ... let's see. What about when I busted my ass, week in and week out, and these people booed the hell out of me? Or what about that time I spent the day out with my lady, and little Ricky Ricardo and his merry band of Retarded Idiots decided that they didn't want us to have a nice, peaceful lunch and started to f_ck with me? What about when Ice Tre punched me dead in the temple, giving me a concussion, and the audience ... cheered?

What brought my aggressive side out? I'll tell you what brought it out. A little b_tch in rapper's clothing, that has literally disrespected everything that this sport once stood for. There's a generation of kids in wrestling schools across the country who - by this time next year - will be able to call themselves Professional Wrestlers, and it's not because of the figure four leglock that they were taught by a veteran, but because they were told that if they could cut a promo, they'd sell t-shirts, make more money and become stars. People like Ice Tre have taken shortcuts to success, and the sh_t pisses me the hell off!

Whatever happened to staying in the gym sixteen straight hours, learning your craft? Bouncing off the ropes so much, that the wire left red marks on your back? What happened to the good old days, when you had your boys - men that you went to war with, men that, through this rough and tough fraternity, became your brothers? I went away for a year and some change, and came back to an industry where it became COOL to be stupid, and as much as I loved the crowd participation during my matches ... if I gotta walk around with a f_cking diamond ... thingy ... in my mouth, covering my teeth, and say "yo" after every sentence in order to be liked around here, then each and every fan in attendance can kiss my blue-eyed bad *ASS*! 

MOJO!: Well, last week, Caitlyn Daymon tasered you a total of FOUR times, how are you able to compete this week?

STEVENS[looking annoyed]: How am I able to compete this week?! I got a better question. How was I able to beat the ENTIRE empire pro wrestling roster in a battle royal in my first match back after a year-and-a-half break? How was I able to carry an Intercontinental Champion that never defended his title, a muffin obssessed retard, an ultra talentless 'gimmick' wrestler from that 'steak sauce' federation, Beast, Joey Melton - or his brother -- and, the most overrated champion to ever put on a pair of wrestling boots, Lindsay Troy, to the 2006 Match of the Year? How did a guy labeled a pretty boy, find it in him to get gritty, lace up his construction boots, and beat the best that this business has to offer in a series of steel cage matches to become...

.... the 2007 King of the Cage?

[Stevens paused, as if he were awaiting a response, before continuing seconds later.]

STEVENS: It's not a matter of if , or how ... it's WHEN, Mojo. Caitlyn Daymon could've pulled out an AK-47 that night and let off nine shots, and I'd still be here tonight, in front of you, answering a bunch of stupid 50 Cent comparison questions.

*I* am a bonified LEGEND!

People think I talk a lot of sh_t, they think I'm a bunch of hype ... but, when it's all said and done, and the dust has settled...

[He unbuckled the EPW World Championship, and raised it in front of the main camera.]

TRIPLE X: ... I always end up with things like these. Or this...

[He pointed to his 'King of the Cage' crown on his head.]

TRIPLE X: No matter where I go, who I have to go through, or what so called, professional wrestling SUPERSTAR, I have to add to my list of victims, it always ends up the same, and I think that's the reason why I'm so disliked. 

Because I look better than everybody else, 

I'm more gifted than everybody else, 

My endorsemetns see to it that I have more money than everybody else, 

and when it's all said and done, everybody has no choice but to do the one thing thing they never wanted to say or do, and that's, acknowledge my greatness, and Bow Down to the King, like the royal b_tches that you all ARE! 

[Boos echo, as Sean made his way past the Gorilla Position, where he'd soon make his grand entrance to the ring.]

DT: Fans, the match we are about to witness is going to be ... it's going to be ugly. Very ugly. 

MN: The EPW World Champion chose this match because he wanted to send a message. Ice Tre is a man who has taunted and PESTERED Triple X ever since Wrestleverse II. At every opportunity, the walking insurance-payoff-in-the-making, Ice Tre, has made a NUISANCE of himself, normally at Sean Stevens' expense! He has -- put simply -- had enough! Tonight, the New World Champion is going to make a statement. And in the process, likely KILL Ice Tre. 

DM: But it was Ice Tre and HIS ... peoplez ... who requested a WEAPONS MATCH stipulation! Does this heightened street-fight aspect give the so called King of the Streets an advantage? While doubtful, I think it's something Triple X needs to keep in mind-- 

MN: You honestly think that Sean Stevens, in his ten years plus in this sport, and his countless feuds with countless legends, that this is going to be his FIRST Weapons match? Or the first time he's swung a baseball bat in anger? Not to MENTION that this bout is ALSO going down inside the confines of a Steel Cage. Lest we forget that it was the King of the Cage Tournament that BROUGHT Triple X to the EPW World Heavyweight Championship. Forget the weapons, Dean ... no one can control what goes on inside a steel cage quite like Sean Stevens. He proved that this past summer, no doubt about it. He swerved ALL of us last week when he feigned retirement, lulling his enemies into a false sense of security -- and then STRUCK. He chose this match tonight because he wants to assert his dominance over all of Empire Pro. And his reign truly begins ... tonight with Ice Tre. 

DT: Say what you want about EITHER man, one thing is absolutely certain; what we are about to see ... is going to be ugly.

MN: Very ugly.

[The bell rings, and the fans erupt. The lights dim and the steel cage hanging ominously above the ring slowly lowers...] 

TF: Ladies and Gentlemen, it is now time for tonight's MAIN EVENT!

DT: We can see, as the cage is locked in place by the EPW ring crew, a wide array of weapons HANGING on the walls of the steel monstrosity! I want to remind everyone that this is a non-title match, and that the winner must successfully EXIT the cage via the door or by climbing up, over, and OUT of it! 

TF: Introducing first, from San Diego, California...

[Bass? Thumpin'.]

TF: Weighing in tonight at 181 pounds...

[Crowd? Jumpin'.]

TF: He is the Undisputed KING of the STREETS. The CAPTAIN and driving force behind Team EPW. He is ... ICE ... TREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!! 

[Your Boy is in the Building. Stepping through the curtain with a waft of theatrical smoke, Ice Tre dramatically limps to the ring; not in pain, just doin' his thang. He wears no shirt, a massive set of chains around his scrawny neck.] 

DM: Ice Tre comes into this, his first match back from serious injuries suffered at the hands of his opponent, with no question that he has vengeance on his mind. Sean Stevens is undoubtedly the favorite in this match, but as unimpressive as Ice Tre may be in a wrestling ring ... you throw that apparently-street-wise kid in a cage full of weapons? He just may become dangerous. Possibly. 

MN: This is going to be a massacre!

[Tre enters the ring and immediately -- awkwardly -- climbs up the wall of the cage, posing for a jubilant crowd. His pale skin looks remarkably paler under the intense flashbulbs.] 

TF: And his opponent...

[Lights cut out. CUE UP: "No Hook," by Jay Z. Blue and white fireworks.]

TF: From Orlando, Florida ... he is the 2007 KING of the CAGE and the REIGNING EPW World CHAMPION ... ladies and gentlemen, "TRIPLE X" ... Sean ... STEVENNNNS!!!!! 

[The curtain parted, spotlight hit, and "Triple X" Sean Stevens walked through with his hair soaking wet -- crown atop his head and clad in a custom "Camel Toe" t-shirt, black tights, with neon blue X's on the legs and rear. Sean pauses at the top of the ramp, bitterly giving the audience the once over, then thrusts his arms in the air before continuing his walk down to the ring. Once at ringside, Sean ignores Tre and instead berates several fans in the front row. Finally assessing the cage, Triple X takes his time entering through the door. He sneers in Tre's direction.] 

DT: There is no referee inside that cage with them. No one and nothing to pull them apart. Finally, the score between these two men will be settled!

[The bell rings and the match begins.]

DM: They lock up instantly and just as quickly, Triple X has Tre backed into the corner! Stevens LAYS into him, throwing knee after knee ito his midsection. He BLASTS Tre with a right forearm! Then a left! Another! Stevens with a pair of stiff knife-edge chops! Irish whips Ice Tre into the opposite corner and ... Tre already appears to be out of it. 

DT: Stevens takes his time, lays a boot in Tre's gut, gras him... VERTICAL SUPLEX in the center of the ring! Picture perfect! Tre is suprisingly quick to return to his feet but is met with a right cross from Stevens! Another irish whip into the ropes ... and Tre runs into a CRUSHING LARIAT from Triple X! 

MN: That nearly took the pimp out of his gators!

[Tre shakes his head, releasing the cobwebs and is, again, back on his feet in no time.]

DT: Ice Tre CHARGES across the ring, an EXPLOSION!

DM: Stevens ducks the wild clothesline and Tre hits the ropes-- 

DT: BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX by Sean Stevens!

DM: Stevens is dominating early, as expected!

MN: He's also expected to dominate in the middle of the match, as well as at the END. Come on, Dean. Let's stop the charade. 

DM: Triple X pulls Tre to his feet, pounding him across the back of the neck and shoulders! He forces Tre back to the mat and applies a PUNISHING armbar. He is simply BENDING Tre's ... diminutive arm the wrong way! 

[The camera focuses on the pain etched on Tre's face. The bandage that had begun the match covering his stitches now hung loosely, blood beginning to trickle slowly.]

MN: Just merciless! Stevens badgers Tre into the corner and is just working him over. He looks as focused and as determined as I have ever seen him. This is a man who is at his absolute prime, the apex of a storied career! Think about it, gentlemen! Sean Stevens has bested the very best this promotion has to offer, time and again. His standing in this industry is set in stone. The man that he is methodically picking apart right now represents EVERYTHING that Sean Stevens stands AGAINST. 

DT: Stevens adjusts his grip on Tre's right arm, moves it to the wrist and PULLS him into -- CLOTHESLINE! Trip with a GUILLOTINE LEGDROP across that right shoulder! He springs to his feet, arm raised! Look at the arrogance! 

[Trip takes a moment to walk around the ring, eyes trained on the fans -- fist raised above in defiance. Ice Tre lay at his feet, writhing in pain. His shoulder is, again, dislocated and his stitches have been obliterated.] 

DM: Sean Stevens could probably walk out that door right now... look at Tre! He is done! Two minutes into the match and I think Ice Tre is hurt.

MN: Triple X STOMPS on that shoulder, just wearing it down! I love it! 

DT: Stevens is in total control and now he ... he's looking for a weapon! Found one he likes ... he just pulled a coil of STEEL CHAIN off the wall!?!

MN: He loads it ... WHIPS IT ACROSS TRE's BACK! AGAIN with the CHAIN! AGAIN! Tre charges at him-- Sean Stevens with a STANDING DROPKICK!! Unbelievable!!! 

DT: Stevens now ... wrapping the chain around Tre's neck and just WRENCHING BACK! Oh my GOD!! He's going ... he's gonna KILL HIM!

DM: He is just draining and choking the life out of the self-proclaimed King of the Streets! 

[Finally, Triple X removes the steel chains and throws them into the corner. Pulling Tre to his feet by his own cheap gold chains, Stevens aims a clenched fist at Tre's gushing forehead.]

DT: Stevens BLASTS Tre with a right hand! And another! DDT ONTO THE CHAIN!!! Tre is down in a heap and Stevens is back on the offensive, laying boots on that same right shoulder!!! He pulls Tre up by that hurting right arm and LEVELS him with another vicious clothesline! And .. what's this? Is Stevens going to climb out? 

[Stevens smiles, starting up the cage to a chorus of boo's ... but he only goes high enough to reach his next weapon on choice.]

MN: STEEL CHAIR! He just pulled the CHAIR down! Weighing it in his hands, Trip turns-- 

DM: Tre DUCKS the CHAIR, hits the near rope--

MN: CREAMED with the X-FACTOR! Sean Stevens just removed Ice Tre's head! Busted his cap! ... Word Up!

DT: That was a BRUTAL superkick!

[Stevens raises the chair above his head as if to strike, then rethinks. He, again, eyes the crowd before choosing to OPEN the chair up ... and take a seat.] 

DT: What the ... ?

[Stevens leaned forward head rested on his hands, elbows on his knees ... attentively and patiently waiting for Ice Tre to get up. The crowd made themselves known, booing like crazy.]

MN: This isn't about beating Ice Tre ... it's about BEATING Ice Tre! He could win the match here ... he could bludgeon Tre to death ... instead? He's WAITING for him!

[Tre is not quick to oblige, left hand clutching the opposite shoulder, face contorted in pain.] 

DT: Sean Stevens, the EPW World Champion, is sending a message tonight. 

DM: He grows impatient and leaps from his chair. He YANKS Tre to his feet -- LOW BLOW BY ICE TRE and this ARENA ABSOLUTELY EXPLODES!!! 

[Tre uses the ropes to stand, flashing his version of a gang sign.]

DT: Stevens is down to a knee, and Tre is staggering! He shoots into the ropes, Triple X runs at him-- SWINGING NECKBREAKER by SEAN STEVENS!!! Just like that, Stevens regains control! He slowly gets up and is PISSED! He BLASTS Tre with kick after kick, boot after boot! Now he pulls Tre back to his feet, go behind -- GERMAN SUPLEX ... rolls through ... and ANOTHER GERMAN SUPLEX! Sean Stevens rolls through to his feet and RUNS up the turnbuckle, waits .... BIG SPLASH-- 

MN: ICE TRE ROLLED OUT OF THE WAY!!!! Using the chair to help him up, Tre is upright -- BULLDOG ONTO THE CHAIR!! Sean Stevens just DROVE Tre's head onto that chair!! It's BENT!

[Camera catches the twisted steel before focusing back on the action; Stevens grabbing Tre by his head and RUNNING him, head first, into the CAGE WALL!] 

DT: INTO THE WALL!!! Stevens grabs the chair and raises it above his head--

DM: Tre reaches up, grabbing Trip's tights -- he YANKS him into the turnbuckle! Trip, momentarily stunned ... Tre to his feet! 

DT: Stevens turns-- CHAIRSHOT? NO! Tre kicks him in the gut! He GRABS the chair from Stevens! Swings and--

MN: Triple X DUCKS THE CHAIRSHOT, turns and SWINGS WITH A RIGHT HAND--

[Tre instinctively brings the chair up, defensive, a modest swing behind it -- and Stevens punches it full force.] 

DM: Tre opens the chair and sets it down before clenching his shoulder! ...Stevens goes to a knee in the corner, nursing his hand! 

DT: This is Tre's chance ... and he's acting on it! On the prowl, he pulls Stevens to his feet, but ... Stevens comes up firing with lefts! He rocks Tre into the corner, swings with another HARD right-- 

MN: Tre ducked it, Trip NAILED the cage! Tre BLASTS Triple X with a kick to the gut and WHIPS him into the ropes. Tre goes for his ICE PICK SUPER KICK--

DT: But Stevens SLIDES under it and BEHIND Tre, GRABS him -- attempts a Half Nelson Suplex but Tre put the brakes on?!? KNOCKS Trip back with an elbow-- another! Tre spins, tries to whip Stevens towards him, but Stevens REVERSES it -- pulls Tre in with another clothesline! 

[Wide-eyed, Tre crawled across the ring, blood pooling from his head. His arm had just been pulled back in it's socket, a unique pain that Tre was still trying to process when Stevens wrenched him back up to his feet.] 

DM: He's setting him up... WAIT! Tre with a knee to the midsection ... A Knife edge Chop! ANOTHER! ... ANOTHER! Stevens looks SHOCKED!

MN: We're ALL shocked! I'm not sure if Ice Tre has ever strung more than two offensive moves together!! 

DT: Tre sends Stevens into the ropes-- ICE PICK! ICE PICK! ICE PICK!

DM: Ice Tre's fabled, never-before-seen, "finisher"! He just NAILED it! I ... don't believe it!

[Tre regains his balance, center of the ring, and raises his arms to cheers. He points upward as he starts up the cage, forgetting about the door in typical Tre fashion.] 

DM: Stevens is pulling himself up the ropes, slowly, still favoring that hand! Tre is halfway up, passing a TwoByFour along the way! He's almost there! Stevens just realized it!!!

[Stevens spits out blood, angrily, as he scales the cage -- carefully favoring his bloody right hand.] 

MN: Stevens was hoping to catch Tre before he made it to the top, but ... Tre is there!!! Stevens grabs onto his leg and is using that to help him up faster--!

[Tre carefully swings his other leg over the cage, swaying precariously. His eyes again go wide, now with fear. Stevens pounded Tre in the head with a closed left fist as he, TOO, reached the top of the cage!! Flashbulbs exploded from every other seat in the arena!] 

DM: Tre and Trip both straddled the wall, facing eachother, nearly 20 feet off the ground!! Tre throws a right, another! NO! Stevens blocks it and lays in his own, both men desperately trying to maintain their balance!!! 

[Ice Tre reaches into his baggy jeans pocket ... and pulls out a small can. Of mace. He quickly removes the cap and UNLOADS, spraying it in Stevens face!!!]

MN: TRE JUST MACED HIM! ...is that legal?!?

DT: Stevens is clawing his eyes out, teetering atop the cage!!! WAIT! He's gone beserk!!! He's PUMMELING Ice Tre, BLIND!!!

[Left hand clutching Ice Tre's fake gold chains, bloody, mangled right hand POUNDING Tre's face, Steven's face was a mask of hate. He pulled Tre in by the chains with each agonizing right hand, maximizing the impact!] 

MN: Ice Tre is in trouble!!

[A THUNDEROUS right hand -- and Ice Tre's fake, cheap gold chains ... Break.]

DT: ICE TRE JUST TUMBLED OFF THE CAGE AND TO THE FLOOR, ONTO A REFEREE!!! OH MY GOD!!!

[The bell rings!]

MN: No WAY!

TF: The winner of this bout...

[The crowd erupts as ringside officials help Tre to his feet -- one raising his hand.]

TF: ...ICE ... TREEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!

[Atop the cage, Stevens sat uneasily in disbelief, left hand still clutching the remnants of Tre's gold chains ... his right hand drenched in their blood.]

DT: Ice Tre ... has DONE IT!?!? He's defeated Sean Stevens! He has ... defeated the EPW World Champion!!! 

DM: Look at this! The referee just handed Tre Sean Stevens' custom 'King of the Cage' crown?!? 

[A bloody and exhausted Ice Tre smiles as the crown is placed atop his head, backpeddling up the aisle as the crowd reels. Stevens remains atop the wall, fuming, barking in Tre's direction.] 

MN: I am absolutely speechless! 

DT: Then ALL of my dreams have come true! Fans, we are out of time! For all of us here ... GOOD NIGHT!