DT: Ladies and Gentlemen, our first contest of the evening comes as somewhat of a shock. 

DM: Indeed. Usually, after an emotionally drained match, where you've given your all, only to come up short, and lose the EPW World Heavyweight Championship, of all things, you take the next night off. I'm not sure if 'Triple X' Sean Stevens is doing the wise thing by stepping into the ring so soon after such a devastating loss at the hands of Rocko Daymon, but I'm sure we'll find out.

MN: Of course he's doing the right thing! He's a machine, he's a warrior, and the uncrowned champion! 

DM: Oh lord, he's starting early. 

DT: Let's get to the ring...

[SFX: Ding, Ding, DIIIIINNNNNGGGG!] 

TF: Ladies and Gentlemen, this next contest is scheduled for ... ONE FALL! 

[Modest applause.]

TF: First, making his way to the ring, making his return to the ring for the first time in FIVE YEARS! He hails from SPOKANE, WASHINGTON! WELCOME BACK “WICKED SIGHT” MMMMIIIIIIIIKKKKKKEEEEEE PLLLEEEEEEETTTTTT!

[Plett walks down the aisle to applause from the audience.]

TF: And, his opponent...

[CUE UP: “Love Me or Hate Me,” by Lil Wayne.]

TF: Weighing in at two-hundred and forty-five pounds, hailing from ORRRRLLLLAAAAAANNNDDDOOO FLLLOOORRRRIIIDDDDDAAA! The TWO THOUSAND AND SEVEN WRESTLER OF THE YEAR! THE EPW KING OF THE CAGE! SSSSSSEEEEEEAAAAAAANNNNNN “TTTTRRRIIIIIIIPPPPPPLLLLLLLLEEEEEE EEEEEEECCCCCKKKKKSSS” SSSTTTTEEEEEEEEEEVVVVVVEEEENNNNS!

[The curtain opens as the former EPW World Heavyweight Champion steps through minus the hoopla of pyro, fireworks, or crowd participation. His hair is soaking wet, hanging below his shoulders, and he's wearing his brand new 100% cotton, “King of the Gladiators” t-shirt, with black tights.

As Sean approaches the ring, one fan in the front row successfully tosses a cup of coca cola and ice in the blue-eyed bad ass' direction, nailing him in the head, which immediately causes Triple X to grab the fan by the collar and attempt to break his neck.]

DT: What in the-- Somebody get security over there! A fan just launched his drink at Sean Stevens, and the former champ is livid! 

DM: I agree. We need to stop this before it gets out of hand. We don't need any riots started because Sean can't keep his cool.

MN: Can't keep his cool? You're so biased against Triple X because he's something you still can't be, and that's a successful wrestler! But, more importantly, I wonder what Mike Plett is thinking? What a way to introduce him to Empire Pro Wrestling wouldn't ya say? 

[Ten armed security guards intervene and break up the melee before it gets any worse, as Triple X slides into the ring, and immediately proceeds to flip off every fan in attendance, leaping on each turnbuckle for emphasis.]

DT: What a classless human being. And, he wonders why he gets no respect! 

DM: And, he won't start getting any today... look at Mike Plett – who is standing behind him ready to charge!

DT: Triple X hops off the turnbuckle, turns around, and is met with a clothesline from hell! 

[SFX: The bell rings signaling the official beginning of the match. ]

MN: Wait! How is the referee going to honor a cheap shot like that by starting the match?! Does he know that three weeks ago, Sean Stevens was the world champion? Does he UNDERSTAND that the man that he's trying to cheat is wrestling ROYALTY?!

DM: Do they know that you're on the Triple X payroll with all the promotion you're giving him?

MN[Looking nervous]: Uhh... No I'm not!

DT: Stevens is on his feet, he's a bit dazed, he's trying to get his feet under him, he staggers into a waiting Mike Plett... Bodyslam! And, Plett with the cover...

...ONE! Kickout!

DM: Plett's been gone for awhile, it'll take a LOT more than that to beat a man the caliber of Triple X. 

MN: A king the caliber of Triple X.

DT: Both men are up, Plett sends Stevens to the ropes, the King of the Cage returns and is met with a picture perfect dropkick! Wow! Plett doesn't seem to be showing any signs of rust!

DM: But, Stevens on the other hand hasn't seemed to fully recover from being caught off guard to begin this match. OR, from losing the EPW title to Rocko Daymon at Black Dawn.

MN: He's recovered. Black Dawn was a conspiracy. He'll get the title back if it's the last thing we do.

DM: “We?”

MN: I said: He...

DM: You said--

DT: -- Mike Plett is scaling the top ropes, Sean Stevens is up on his feet, Plett takes the leap of faith! Flying cross body block into a pin! NO! Stevens reverses it into a pin of his own! 

... ONE! TWO! Plett kicks out at two-and-a-half! 

DM: That was close. Stevens is a veteran, and Plett's going to have to understand that even when the former champ is on defense, it'll only take a second for him to become offensive.

DT: Both men on there feet, Sean staggers toward Plett, BACK BODY DROP TO THE OUTSIDE OF THE RING! I'm not sure that Wicked Sight knew they were that close to the ring ropes when he attempted the back body drop, but I think the Blue-Eyed Badass is hurt! Let's take a look at the replay!

[REPLAY: Stevens successfully reverses Plett's cross body block, rolling into his own pin that Plett kicks out of. As both men make it to there feet, Triple X staggers into Wicked Sight, who back body drops him HIGH into the air, and outside of the ring. Stevens doesn't even TOUCH the top rope.]

MN: Ouch! Get up champ! I think he dislocated his shoulder!

DM: *coughs* mark! 

MN: Who is Mark? My name is Mike.

DT: Stevens may be hurt, but Wicked Sight doesn't care, he's climbing the top ropes again, what is he about to-- SOMERSAULT! And, he CONNECTS! WOW! 

DM: He did indeed connect, but I don't know how smart that was... both men are down, and the referee is beginning his count! 

[REFEREE: ONE! TWO! THREE!

Wicked Sight begins to show signs of life.

REFEREE: FOUR! 

Sight reaches for the apron only to fall back down.

REFEREE: FIVE! SIX! 

Mike Plett pulls himself up and slides into the ring. Stevens on the other hand, still isn't moving.

REFEREE: SEVEN!

Crowd & Referee: EEEIIIIIIIIGGGGGGHHHHTTTTT!

NNNNNIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNEEEEEEE!]

DT: WICKED SIGHT exits the ring, causing the referee to start his count over! Wow! Why would he do that?! He had the match won!

DM: That could potentially be a mistake that ends up costing him. When you've got a guy like Sean Stevens down, you keep him down. Plett could be awaking a sleeping giant.

MN: I know what he's thinking. He feels disrespected because my guy Triple X wouldn't go along with his lies about them having a “feud”, because the 2007 King of the Cage wouldn't co-sign his return to wrestling, and now he foolishly wants to make his name by beating him decisively. He's stupid.

DT: Plett rolls Sean in the ring, and slides in after him.

[A large man from the crowd jumps the guardrails and slides into the ring, immediately hitting "Wicked Sight" Mike Plett from behind with a monstrous clothesline, dropping him to the canvas. The unknown figure is wearing a long black trench coat, with his long black hair dangling about his face. He quickly turns in the direction of "Triple X" Sean Stevens, who is still down, but does not attack.]

MN: Who is this?

DT: I can't believe it. I haven't seen him in the sport of professional wrestling in nearly six years. Its....

[Before Dave Thomas can finish his sentence, security rushes the ring and grabs the intruder, escorting him from the ring. As they are pulling him from the ring, he starts yelling towards Sean Stevens.]

Intruder: I need your help Sean. There's only two people in this world that I trust. I need your help now more than ever.

[Without a fight, EPW security removes the man from the ring and proceeds to escort him through the curtains.]

DT: Triple X is still struggling to get to his feet, he's using the ropes for support. Plett just getting up….... SUPERKICK OUT OF NOWHERE! WOW! WHERE DID THAT COME FROM?!

DM: Wicked Sight never saw it coming.

MN: I told you so!

DT: Both men hit the mat after the contact of the X-Factor super kick! Stevens is seems to be out of it, but he's the first man up. Plett has put up one hell of a fight, and for this to be his first match in five years, I'd say that his performance tonight pails in comparison to what we'll see once he gets more matches under his belt! 

DM: But, with all of that being said, the former EPW World Heavyweight Champion is on his knees, like a snake waiting to attack, stalking him. Plett's trying to get his bearings about him, as he struggles to his feet. He's using the ropes for assistance... he's up... he turns around looking for Stevens... The EPW King of the Cage leaps to his feet and charges in with ANOTHER DEVESTATING X-FACTOR and “Wicked Sight” Mike Plett hits the mat like a ton of bricks.

MN: Game. Set. Match.

DT: Triple X is on his feet... he's standing over the fallen body of Wicked Sight. This has got to feel good to him after everything he's been through this past two weeks. Everything he went through TONIGHT! It's pretty much academic now... but, for some reason he's not dropping down for the cover.

DM: Sean Stevens signals for a microphone...

MN: Hey! Champ! I've got one!!

DM: Neely! Sit down! 

[Mike Neely doesn't listen. Instead, he gets up from his seat, grabs the microphone on the announce table, and hands it to Sean – who's leaning over the top rope. 

Before speaking, the 'Blue-Eyed Badass' looks around as the audience begins to boo hysterically. Wicked Sight begins to stir, slowly making it to his feet.]

DT: You are such a kiss up, Mike! 

MN: What?! The man wanted to speak, I had a microphone ... Sue me! 

DM: Folks, I don't know what's going on inside of that ring, or in the mind of Sean Stevens for that matter, but he had this match in the bag and opted not to pin his foe. Mike Plett's on his feet, slowly making his way to his opponent... ANOTHER SUPERKICK! And, he's down again!! 

[Triple X pulls the microphone to his face, breathing heavily.]

TRIPLE X: Is THIS what you people wanted? To see me angry? Desperate? Pissed off? ... DEFEATED?

[Cheers erupt.]

TRIPLE X: You think this place is better off without me? Better off with blue collar bums like Daymon representing you as your champion? With people like this guy, who five years ago QUIT on you because he got hit with a two-by-four and it hurt? 

[More cheers.]

TRIPLE X: Well, from the bottom of my heart, I want each and every one of you to know that I HATE you. 

[Stevens dropped the microphone and exited the ring.]

DM: What is he doing? Stevens had this match won... he just left the ring and this match! 

DT: Well, he'd better hurry up and make up his mind, because the referee has begun his ten count.

MN: You saw the clip from earlier tonight, gentlemen. He's done. Ladies and Gentlemen, I hope you recorded this moment, because this may very well have been Sean Stevens' breaking point. This may have been the last time we get to see Triple X in an Empire Pro Wrestling ring.

DM: And, if so? Good riddance! What is he going to do? Quit everytime he loses a match! Please! Sean Stevens is an arrogant, pompous, classless human being, and whenever the cards are stacked against him, he starts whining like a little primadonna. Well, if Sean Stevens doesn't want to BE in Empire Pro Wrestling? So BE it. Go back to the indies., young man. 

MN: Ummm... you might want to be a little more impartial, Dean-o.

DT: No coffee this morning?

DM: No, I'm just sick of wrestlers walking around here like they're better than this place when they aren't! Look at him!

[Stevens makes it to the top of the ramp as the referee reaches ten, and counts him out, with his back to the entire audience, he raises his right hand in the air, and proceeds to flip everyone the bird. Before walking through the curtain and exiting.]

[SFX: Ding, Ding, Ding.]

TF: Ladies and Gentlemen, the winner of this match as a result of a COUNTOUT! “WICKED SIGHT” MMMMIIIIIIIIKKKKKKEEEEEE PPPPPPLLLLLLEEEEEEETTTTTTTTT!!!!!!

DM: A much deserved victory for a man that wants to be here! Bravo to that young man, Michael Plett.

MN: Give it a rest already.