[FADEIN: The ring where Contradiction, Copycat and Cameron Cruise are trading blows as the ref tries desperately to restore order.]

DT: While we were on commercial, Anthology was parading around the ring celebrating their attack on Shawn Hart, and Contradiction ran out and decided it was time to start their tag match against Copycat and Cruise despite hardly being able to stand after that brutal attack earlier. All four men now brawling inside the ring, we haven't even had a bell yet.

MN: Of all the low down, underhanded tactics, these punks just charge into the ring and try to get an illegal advantage on Anthology!

DT: You would be all for it if Anthology were the ones getting the unfair edge. Besides, after that attack earlier, Contradiction are hardly in any shape to compete here tonight anyway!

MN: That's beside the point!

DT: Finally Drunken Tiger and Cruise agree to get out of the ring, Sarge and Copycat to start it off...[Bell rings] and we're legally underway!

MN: Now Contradiction gets what's coming to them! 

DT: Copycat CRACKS Sarge with a big right hand...Sarge staggers and Copycat quickly scoops him up...HOTSHOT!! Sarge just connected throat first on the top rope!

MN: What a sweet move by the smartest wrestler in the sport!

DT: Copycat tags in Cruise and the IC Champion now putting the boots to Sarge...Cruise now picks up Sarge and backs him into Anthology's corner...Cruise firing a series of knees to the midsection. Quick tag and Copycat back in. Copycat with a series of elbow strikes to the face of Sarge who's now hiptossed out of the corner...Copycat DROPS A KNEE into the face of the Sergeant. Copycat now drags him back to the Anthology corner and tags in Cruise.

MN: Quick tags, trapping Sergeant on their half of the ring, Anthology has the tag champions and honestly, Cruise and Copycat may be the 2nd best tag team in EPW!

DT: You normally are pretty far gone, but you may be right on that point...Cruise now sinks in a chinlock on The Sergeant trying to wear him down even more [Crowd starts a "You ducked Stevens!" <Clap-Clap Clap-Clap-Clap!> "You ducked Stevens!" Chant] as these fans getting on the case of the IC Champion. 

MN: Bah...They don't understand the business, Cruise Vs Stevens Title for Title should be a PPV main event, we just can't give these rubes a match like that on free TV.

DT: Well Cruise sure moved himself to the back of the line for a World Title shot, so his selfless consideration for the bottom lime of EPW isn't doing his career any favors. Cruise now pulls Sergeant back into his corner and tags in Copycat who now puts the boots to Sarge...Copycat whips Sarge to the ropes...Sergeant COMES CHARGING BACK WITH A FLYING FOREARM! Sergeant has to make the tag now...Both men crawling towards their corners...Copycat makes the tag...SERGEANT...NO!!! CRUISE DRAGS HIM BACK! Cruise dropping a series of elbows on Sarge and now he picks him up...BACK SUPLEX!

MN: He's one of the best for a reason Dave...He knows what he's doing in that ring!

DT: Cruise now hooks Sergeant...REALITY CHECK! No! Sarge firing a series of back elbows trying to break the hold...and he does! both men down...Sergeant REALLY has to make the tag...Cruise makes it...Sarge...NO! Copycat stops him...AND SINKS IN THE CAT'S CLAW!!! 

MN: It's time to go to sleep!

DT: Sarge is fighting it...Drunken Tiger trying to run-in but the ref is holding him back...SARGE HAS THE ROPES BUT THE REF DOESN'T SEE IT! Drunken Tiger hurting his partner by being in the ring...Copycat drags him away from the ropes now...Sarge is fading...

MN: See, Anthology KNOWS tag wrestling, these two clowns DON'T!

DT: I think Sarge has blacked out in the Cat's Claw...Copycat shifts from a standing holds to now putting Sarge on the mat...His shoulders are down!


ONE!!!


TWO!!


THREE!!!

[Bell rings, CUEUP: "Killing In The Name Of" by Rage Against The Machine"]

TF: Here are your winners...COPYCAT AND CAMERON CRUISE...ANTHOLOGY!!!

[Crowd boos as Copycat and Cruise raise their arms in victory and Drunken Tiger enters the ring to check on his partner]

DT: A win for Anthology here...Who really are dominating the tag ranks of course anybody can dominate when you damn near cripple your opponents before the match.

DM: Excuses excuses.

[EPW owner and 'CHAIRWOMAN' LINDSAY TROY approached her office door with caution. When she left out earlier, she specifically remembered closing and locking it, however, as she came closer, it was crystal clear that someone had violated her space, breaking her door off of the hinges.
Troy, in brown pants and a turquoise blouse, gently pushed what was left of the door open, entering the room slowly. As a wrestler on the EPW roster, she had her fair share of enemies ... as the owner? Nearly everybody in the company wanted her head, and she'd be damned if she let any of them get the jump on her.

Suspiciously poking her head inside of the office, she jumped back, startled at first at the site of her violator, before instantly calming herself, noticing his calm, nonthreatening demeanor.]

TROY: Why is it that professional wrestlers as a whole can't just simply <i>open</i> a door instead of busting it open?

[She crossed the threshold and folded her arms over her chest]

TROY: What was so important that you couldn't wait until I returned, Sean?

['BLUE-EYED BADASS' Sean Stevens was still dressed in his same gear from earlier, however, the EPW World Heavyweight Championship was now around his waist, and his hair was tied back into a sloppy, self made, pony-tail. He arrogantly sat in Lindsay's chair, leaned back, with his feet propped up on her desk, and his arms rested comfortably behind his head.]

TRIPLE X: This is not how I pictured this going. In my head, there was a lot less talking and a lot more stripping. Which, of course, lead to passionate, butt naked, mind blowing sex. 

[Lindsay smacked her lips, sarcastically.]

TROY: Wow. A sexual fantasy. I couldn't possibly have heard that from you before. 

[She yawned.]

TROY: You and the rest of the [finger quotes.] boys [/finger quote] must get your material from the same fortune cookie. But, I could use a good laugh. Humor me ... WHY are you sitting in <b>my</b> chair, with your feet up on <b>my</b> desk?

TRIPLE X: Because I run Empire Pro Wrestling. 

[The champ responded, matter-of-factly.]

TRIPLE X: I put asses in those seats week after week, and *I* am the guy that saved this company from going belly up when Joey made you “lose your smile”. In fact, I'm the reason you currently have a job here. I own everything in this f[BEE]king arena. So, <i>technically</i> this is <b>MY</b> desk. 

[The owner rolled her eyes.]

TROY: Sure it is. I guess that's why The Anthology's been running roughshod over this place for the last month, blatantly disrespecting you, while you've done, oh I don't know ... Nothing. 

[Lindsay smirked.]

TRIPLE X: The BLANDthology benefitted from circumstance. They were at the right time, and place. Nothing more.

TROY: Make excuses much, Trip?

TRIPLE X: I don't have to. Any idiot with eyes could tell that my mind was elsewhere. I haven't been focused in months. But, I was still good enough to retain my belt, and that's all that matters.

TROY: Well, you better get focused really fast, or else Westcott's going to make you the FORMER two time EPW Champion.

TRIPLE X: Who?

TROY: Marcus Westcott.

[Steven's scratched his head.]

TRIPLE X: ....... who? 

TROY: The D-Bag Canadian you're supposed to kill in the face at Russian Roulette? 

[The blue-eyed badass stared at her blankly.]

TRIPLE X: I kill lots of people in the face all of the time. You have to be more specific because that name still doesn't ring a bell.

TROY: You really are a lost cause. 

TRIPLE X: Exactly! I used to be a student of the game. Nowadays I can't think, eat, or function properly! 

TROY: And, I'm sure you'll tell me why, won't you?

TRIPLE X: Ivy broke off the engagement. She caught me cheating with the maid in our bedroom. And, the judge ruled in her favor at our custody hearing for our son, and decided that I have to pay thirty grand a month in child support! 

[Looking repulsed, Troy narrows her eyes.]

TROY: You had steak and you went for hamburger instead. That's disgusting, Stevens.

TRIPLE X: Kim Kardashian's really not as disgusting as her reputation would have you believe, and nowhere <i>near</i> as disgusting as JA's face would've been had you booked him to lose to me for the sixtieth time. 

TROY: I'd book him instead of Westcott if I didn't want to hear Marcus whine about not being allowed to cash in his banked shot. 

TRIPLE X: More nonsensical Lindsay Troy match making, I see. I'm starting to think you throw a list of names in a hat and whoever wins gets a shot at my strap. Apparently, you could care less about that fact that you're regarded as the most out of touch owner on the planet. Why don't you return to something you're halfway decent at, and take his spot? Russian Roulette's been good to the both of us ... how about we see who's better at it?

TROY: Because that would mean I'd have to let you get close enough so I can rip your tongue from your mouth for real this time. [SMIRK] Maybe I'd be doing the world a favor. 

[Noticing her Blackberry Tour on the desk, an offended Sean Stevens stood up with her property in his possession.]

TRIPLE X: Should I take that as a confession that you like it rough? 

[He walked in Lindsay's direction held it up in front of her face, then dropped it, stomping on the remains, while never taking his eyes off of her as it shattered into pieces.]

TRIPLE X: Or should I remind you that the last time you tried, it didn't work out so well for you or your backup. Either way, don't flatter yourself. 

TROY: You can take that as your welcome having sorely worn off. Now please, take your leave before your presence is removed in a less-than-pleasant way.

[Stevens stood his ground for a moment, as did Troy. Both individuals stared the other down, face-to-face, until common sense prevailed as the blue-eyed badass carefully backpedal out of the door, and into the hallway, leaving Lindsay Troy staring in disbelief.]