DM: Boy, what a job by James Irish to get the gold and it’s good to see him break through here as he’s had a bit of a rough time of things here in EPW due to some circumstances beyond his control. But The Sarge is back, Irish is on a roll and all is right with the world.
MN: Well, I still don’t have my free t-shirt.
DT: Ugh, don’t bring that up.
MN: Maybe they don’t have my current cell phone number.
DM: Neely….you’re live on the show right now. If they wanted to get in touch with you, they’d just….you know, WALK DOWN HERE?!
MN: How could they just….?
DM: Nevermind, Neely. Look!! Something shiny!!!
MN: WHERE?!?!
DT: [laughing] Back to Tony Fatora!!
TONY FATORA: Th' following contest is scheduled for one fall!
[Cue up: "Satisfaction" by Benny Benassi and the Biz, as the familiar strobe lights hit, and the crowd begins to boo.]
DT: Well, folks, we all know whose music THAT is.
DM: Whoa! My gaydar just exploded!
[Joined of course by his usual harem of young boys in naught but tube socks, Beau Michaels emerges through the curtain with the Chicken in tow - naturally gyrating his hips along with the funky buzz of the beat. The crowd boos as the man in the disturbingly tight shorts makes his way to the ring, stopping to make kissy-faces at a few of the men in the front row.]
TONY FATORA: Introducing first, accompanied by the Chicken... he hails from-ah West Hollywood, California and weighs in at two hundred and thirty pounds... please welcome... Ex-tuhrrremely Bisexual... Beau... MICHAAAAAELS!!!
DT: This extremely partisan Southern crowd all over the BiSexual One, Beau Michaels here tonight, and you've got to think, gentlemen, that this man right here is the enemy to these people on principle alone.
MN: This ain't Massachusetts, Burgerman! These people want Beau Michaels to go back to Sweden, or Canada, or wherever the hell he came from!
DM: ...You mean West Hollywood, California?
MN: Yeah, there!
DM: ...Ladies and gentlemen, Mike Neely. Dave Thomas, we've seen on our syndicated television programs Beau Michaels trying to get into the head of his opponent here tonight, but from what I've seen -
[Cue up: "Sober" by Tool. With little further fanfare, a visibly focused Anarky strides through the curtains without so much as an acknowledgment of them. Shockingly, there's mixed heat for the chairman of the company as he stalks to the ring.]
DM: --Beau Michaels is going to have his hands full with this man, the Chairman of the Company!
TONY FATORA: And his opponent, hailing from Hartford, Connecticut... he weight in at precisely two hundred thirty four pounds... he is the Chairman of EM-pire Pro Wrestlinnnng... ANARKYYYYYY!!!
DT: A very focused Anarky making his way to the ring here tonight in Atlanta, Georgia, as we get set to kick off what should be a very interesting match!
DM: Beau Michaels is known for getting into his enemies' heads, but Anarky is a focused, determined killing machine, a man who took down Beast, took down Maelstrom, took down a lot of the best in the business. And you've gotta wonder if Beau Michaels can crack him.
[*DING* - the bell rings.]
DT: This should certainly be quite a clash of mentalities indeed, Dean. Michaels - not even going for a tie-up, but eyeing Anarky up and down and - and licking his lips!
MN: Aah! He wants a taste of the Chairman!
DT: This extremely partisan Atlanta crowd letting Michaels know how they feel here -
[CROWD: "FAAAAA-GGOOOOT! FAAAAA-GGOOOOT! FAAAAA-GGOOOOT! FAAAAA-GGOOOOT!" Anarky and Michaels both look out into the booing crowd. The camera pans out; the fans are on their feet in waves, the entire stadium showering heat down on Michaels.]
DT: Michaels... nodding to them! Why, that's one proud sonuvagun.
DM: Is he... is he making kissy faces at the crowd?!
DT: Oh, this is just ridiculous. Michaels taunting the fans in the front row by licking his lips and making kissy faces! Makes a kissy face for Anarky now - AND GETS POPPED RIGHT IN THE KISSER!
MN: He got his kiss, alright! Haha!
DT: Michaels knocked off balance by that big right hand! Anarky with another right! Another one! Now a big chop as he pushes Beau Michaels back into the corner! Pounding on him with those big right hands!
DM: Anarky's not letting up! He's got the forearm now pushed across the throat of Michaels and is choking him in the corner!
DT: That illegal chokehold across the esophagus of the Bisexual One -
[REF: "Hey, knock it off! One! Two-"]
DT: --Referee Rosenkrantz giving the warning now - Anarky breaks the hold at four and backs off.
[As Anarky backs off, Michaels slowly lowers his arms as though to lower his defenses against the choke. He cracks an eye open.]
DT --Oh, Anarky pops him in the mouth again! Big elbows in the corner - Irish whip, and he sends Beau Michaels across the ring, face-first into the opposite turnbuckle!
MN: Man, he hit that corner hard! Bounced straight ought!
DT: Anarky in after him - catches him from behind, brings him up, baaaack SUPLEX but Michaels flips out and lands behind him! Goes for the rear waistlock - Anarky reverses and gets one of his own, maybe looking for a suplex - oh, Michaels GRINDING HIS ASS back into Anarky's crotch and LEERING!
MN: Aaaagh! The children! Think of the children!
DM: And the Chairman just gives up on that suplex and WHAM with the clubbing forearms to the back of Beau Michaels, putting the Bisexual One on his knees!
MN: Beau's in his natural environment now!
DT: A thoroughly disgusted-looking Anarky throws himself into the ropes - rebound and OH what a sickening kick to the chops of a kneeling Beau Michaels! That meaty smack of boot hitting bone and Michaels is down and out!
DM: At that speed even something as simple as a boot to the head can knock a man stupid, Dave!
DT: The Chairman pressing the attack, taking a handful of Michaels' hair and bringing him to his feet - Michaels grabs him about the waist and hugs him! He's got his cheek right up against Anarky's -
MN: --Oh, GROSS!!
DM: You do NOT NUZZLE THERE!
DT: Anarky pulled Michaels to his knees and Michaels took the advantage! He's got what he wanted! Anarky's clearly startled and disgusted here --
DM --And Michaels just springs forward and PLOUGHS Anarky into the opposite turnbuckle with a shoulder charge!
DT: And did you hear the crash as Michaels drove Anarky into that corner, and now drives those shoulders into the gut of the Chairman?!
DM: You have to give the man credit! That was a beautiful setup there - OH, but Anarky with more of those clubbing blows to shut Michaels down almost before he starts.
DT: The Chairman of EPW showing his physicality, his dominance, as he takes Michaels' head under his arm and lifts him up - sitout front suplex out of the corner! Rolls him over for the pin - one, two - Michaels kicks out!
MN: And there's the chicken at ringside! Someone fry that thing! I need some KFC in my life.
DM: Your waistline says otherwise.
MN: Hey! I'm a fit and trim size 54. I am SVELTE, sir, SVELTE.
DT: Anarky regaining his footing, not waiting on Michaels as he drives those big right hands into the other man's forehead. Again the front facelock, and he heaves Michaels over his shoulder - looking for the Snake Eyes here. Drops Michaels into the turnbuckle but MICHAELS SLIPS OUT and pushes Anarky forward!
DM: The Chairman's jaw bounces off that turnbuckle pad, and Michaels with the waistlock! Leans back and brings the legs up for a roll-through - OH GOD -
DT: Aagh, one, two, Anarky kicks out, thank GOD -
DM: He came down with Anarky doubled over with Michaels sitting on top and groping at his ass! What a disgusting, unprofessional-
MN: God, this guy's just foot after foot of fruity trauma, isn't he? Someone get me the steel wool, I need to scrub my eyes!
DT: And Anarky didn't like that one bit as he kips to his feet - Michaels with the drop toe hold! Boosts over - now LYING on top of Anarky's back and applying a chinlock - AND DRY HUMPING THE CHAIRMAN!!!
MN: Aaagh! He doesn't even care about wins and losses, only getting off!
DT: Anarky reaching back to grab the head of Michaels - pushes to his feet with Michaels dangling off of him - STILL grinding like a monkey in heat - Anarky drops to a knee and takes Michaels over with the snapmare! Michaels hits the mat in a seated position - OH, Anarky SMACKS him in the back of the head!
DM: Bad dog! No bone!
MN: DAVE! Family show!
DM: ...Well, uh.
DT: Dean, that was the worst word choice I have ever heard.
DM: Well, uh, heh. OH LOOK Anarky into the ropes and comes back across the ring with the clothesline to a recovering Michaels! Turned him inside out, toO!
DT: Michaels pops back up and eats a flying forearm for his trouble! This crowd is getting fired up! Anarky with another forearm! Michaels up again - there's the Irish whip - ANARKY KILLS HIM WITH THE DDT! This Atlanta crowd is warming up!
MN: He's going to the top!
DT: Anarky climbing to the top rope! Getting ready for - NO, Michaels recovers just in time to shake the top rope and OHHHH that can't feel good!
DM: Anarky just lost his footing and landed crotch-first on the top turnbuckle!
MN: So will Beau accept damaged goods?
DM: God, I do NOT want to think about Anarky's goods!
MN: Well, I sure don't, but -
DT: Michaels to the corner and - and - he's TRYING TO PULL DOWN ANARKY'S TRUNKS!
MN: Why, that opportunist! He couldn't resist a man's crotch at mouth level.
DT: Are we about to have our very own Pole on a Pole moment?!
MN: Don't remind me! Aagh! Someone stop this!
DT: --And Anarky realizing what Beau Michaels is trying to do here, and taking a swing at his head! Michaels with a shot to the gut to stun Anarky! Climbing to the second rope... apparently giving up his treasure... uh-oh, what're we gonna see here - OH, a huge superplex! Anarky crashes down to the canvas with killing force!
DM: Michaels rolls through - KNEELING PIN! WITH HIS CROTCH IN ANARKY'S FACE!
DT: GOD, ONE - TWO - ANARKY KICKS OUT! Michaels KNEELS ON HIM AGAIN! GRINDING DOWN! ONE - TWO - again the chairman kicks out of that hideous pinning predicament!
MN: Is it me, or do you get the impression that Beau really wants Anarky to eat his -
DT/DM: MIKE! FAMILY SHOW!!!
MN: ...delicious French bread pizzas! At a store near you!
DT: Michaels now bringing Anarky to his feet. Whip into the corner - follows him in with a crushing clothesline! He now takes the chairman by the head and charges, and there's the bulldog, bringing Anarky down! Into the cover - there's a TWOOO and Anarky kicks out of that!
MN: Mark it on your calendars, kids. Beau Michaels used a move without molesting his opponent!
DM: And now he rolls over for a victory roll! There's a one - TWO - and a kickout by the chairman.
DT: Anarky tenacious here as he stumbles to his feet a bit blindly - NO, Michaels shuts him down with a kick to the gut. Irish whip - Anarky with the reversal and Beau into the ropes - REVERSE CRESCENT KICK BY ANARKY but Michaels grabs ahold of the rope and Anarky falls to the mat! Michaels capitalizes with a leg drop!
DM: There's a pin - one - TWO - Kickout by Anarky again!
DT: This match not over yet, as Michaels looks out into this booing Atlanta crowd! Pulling Anarky up... he's got him in a standing headscissors... could be looking for a powerbomb!
DM: Taking his sweet time!
[The camera zooms in a little on Michaels standing there with Anarky's head between his legs. He looks extremely pleased with himself.]
MN: No, I think this is pretty much what he was going for.
DM: I...
DT: That's...
DM: ...I'm gonna puke.
DT: Poor Anarky.
MN: Michaels smacks him in the back with his forearm now, and I think he's gonna drop him with a faceplant or something.
DM: Yowza, Mike Neely calling a wrestling move?!
DT: Michaels hooking the arms now - NO, Anarky wraps his own arms around the legs and fights to a vertical base! BACK BODY DROP - No! No, Michaels wraps his arms around Anarky's waist and is now hanging there upside down with his face buried in Anarky's buttocks!
MN: ...Is he... QUIVERING?!
DT: Anarky just rolling his eyes... AND DROPS DOWN FOR A SITTING BACKDROP PILEDRIVER!!! MY GOD, WHAT A SICKENING MANEUVER, DRIVING MICHAELS' HEAD INTO THE CANVAS!!!
DM: Anarky just sent a MESSAGE! He will have NONE of Michaels' crap!
DT: Now the Chairman rolling a prone, limp Michaels over and putting the boots to him! Michaels twitching but unable to defend himself!
DM: There goes Anarky to the ropes - boosts himself up quickly - MOONSAULT from the second turnbuckle connects! The cover - one - TWO! - NO, so close!
DT: Michaels kicking out of the big moonsault, but Anarky undeterred as he takes ahold of Michaels' legs and turns around! Backs up - leeeeans and CATAPULTS Michaels face-first into the corner!
MN: DENTAL PLAN! He'll need it!
DT: As Michaels staggers back, Anarky's there - SAVATE KICK brings him down! And immediately to the ropes he goes - springs to the top rope - drops to a sitting position and WHAT A SPLIT-LEGGED MOONSAULT from the chairman! Cover - one - TWO - another kickout by Michaels!
DM: Michaels may be flamboyant, but he's tenacious here against Anarky! Either he wants to win, or he wants to hold out long enough to, uh. Heh.
MN: Family show?
DM: I wish. God how I wish.
DT: Pulling a dazed Michaels to his feet, Anarky sets him up... there's a big chop! And another! Irish whip by the chairman - wait a second, Michaels baseball-slides to the floor and takes a powder!
DM: He needs to catch his breath! Anarky's got his number here!
MN: ...Is that the Chicken there giving him an inspirational speech?
[Cut to the floor, where a panting, visibly harried Michaels is being clucked at by a concerned Chicken.]
DT: Looks like Michaels being advised by his manager here and OHHHH MY GOD!!!
DM: ANARKY OVER THE TOP ROPE WITH AN INSANE TWISTING SUICIDE TOPE AND HE NAILS BOTH BEAU MICHAELS AND THE CHICKEN IN ONE SHOT!!!
MN: HE GOT TWO BIRDS WITH ONE STONE!!!
DT: What a - can we see that again?!
[The screen splits for a moment, showing a slow-motion recap of Anarky leaping like a madman over the top rope, twisting through the air and hurling himself recklessly into Michaels and the Chicken. All three collapse in a pile of bodies and flying feathers.]
MN: Man, what an insane move, just throwing himself at them!
DM: Vintage Anarky! This man will do anything to escalate the violence! This man will do anything to hurt people!
DT: Our competitors are beginning to recover... it's Anarky up first, and he SMASHES Michaels' face against the ring apron! Once more for good measure, and he rolls him into the ring!
DM: And he's heading for the corner!
DT: As Michaels comes to his feet, Anarky clambers up the turnbuckle from the outside... a dazed Michaels turns, and ANARKY JUST SPEARS HIM FROM THE TOP ROPE! SPEAR FROM THE TOP AND NOW HE'S POUNDING AWAY WITH HUGE RIGHT HANDS!
DM: The Chairman is in a fighting frenzy! He's just pummeling the living daylights out of Michaels here!
DT: Michaels getting those legs up to leverage Anarky off of him - both men springing to their feet, and Anarky just BLISTERS Beau Michaels with a huge chop across the chest! Another hangs him up in the ropes - and the clothesline sends Michaels to the outside!
MN: Listen to this crowd! They're warming up!
DT: Beau Michaels is in a daze outside as he comes unsteadily to his feet - Anarky yelling at him to bring it! Anarky telling him to quit playing around and bring it!
DM: And it's about damned time! This is a wrestling match, not a circus!
DT: Cautiously, Beau Michaels approaching the ring.
DM: Anarky driving the boots into the head of the entering Beau Mi- oh, no, Michaels backs off in the nick of time - and reaches up and hotshots Anarky's neck off the top rope! Anarky's stunned!
MN: He'd rather be touching Anarky's OTHER head! Haha!
DT: EPW's most flamboyant star boosts onto the apron. Anarky recovering now - Michaels springs from the top rope and OH SPRINGBOARD HURRICANRANA AND THROUGH TO A KNEELING PIN COVER! OUT OF NOWHERE!
ONE!
TWO!
--OH, Anarky kicked out! --Michaels boosts up and DRIVES his, uh, undercarriage down across Anarky's face again! Again he drops his weight down across Anarky's face - and grinds his rear end down!
DM: There's actually strategic value in this disgusting display. He's wearing Anarky down for the next pin cover!
MN: AND fantasizing.
[Cut to a camera shot of Michaels grinning like he's just won the lottery.]
DT: That sick sick man! Now Michaels to his feet and taking Anarky by the hair - stiff European uppercut there and you could just HEAR the smack of flesh on bone. Michaels now, with the Irish whip, and short-arms him back into a brutal hook kick to the point of the chin! Down goes Anarky!
DM: Looks like Michaels is about to get back in the driver's seat!
DT: A thoroughly brain-rattled Anarky stumbling to his feet! Michaels setting him up now! Scoops him up! OH, HUGE Samoan Drop! Anarky is down and Michaels into the cover! This is all over!
One!
TWO!
--Anarky kicks out!
MN: Wow, could it be that Beau Michaels CAN wrestle without rubbing his unmentionables against people?! What a shock! Maybe we can let the children watch again!
DM: Yeah, I guess it isn't a family show anymore.
MN: Come on, Chairman! Kick his butt! Do it for the soccer moms, and for all the little Narkamaniacs who can't watch because of Beau Michaels and his fruity jokes!
DM: ...Narkamaniacs?
MN: Well, yeah!
DT: A frustrated Michaels punching the ring in frustration here -
DM: Copyright much, Neely?
DT: -and now boosting Anarky off the canvas. He's got him up for the suplex... and now he's... he's marching around the ring with the chairman elevated for that suplex! Listen to this crowd, all over Beau Michaels!
MN: He only WISHES they were all over him. If you know what I mean.
DT: And down he goes with the huge vertical suplex to the Chairman of EPW! Michaels now preening himself, much to the anger of this partisan Southern crowd! And he's going to the corner!
DM: Michaels climbing to the top rope! He's scouting Anarky for the big legdrop!
DT: Looks like Anarky's stumbling to his feet - Michaels clasps his hands and looks for the double axehandle! Leaps off the ropes and MY GOD ANARKY SUPERKICKS HIM IN MIDAIR AND BEAU MICHAELS MIGHT AS WELL BE DEAD! ANARKY COLLAPSES INTO THE COVER!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THREENO!!! So close!
MN: OH MAN! Anarky caught him right out of the blue, but I think he's out!
DT: Both men are laid out here on the canvas! The referee beginning to count!
DM: Michaels seems to be getting up first!
DT: They're coming about slowly... and indeed it is Michaels up first!
MN: Michaels knows ALL about getting it up. Haw haw!
DM: ...I WISH it were still a family show.
DT: Michaels with the big chop to Anarky... Anarky fires back with one of his own! Michaels chopping now! And Anarky! And Anarky! And Anarky! And the Chairman's all fired up!
MN: Woohoo! He's Narkin' up!
DT: Anarky backing Michaels into the ropes! Irish whip! The reverse crescent kick turns Michaels inside out! Michaels springs to his feet in pain - kick to the gut by the Chairman! BRAINBUSTER! MICHAELS JUST GOT HIS BRAINS RATTLED! THE COVER!!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE - NO! Almost had it, but Michaels got the shoulder up!
DM: Anarky not letting him go for an instant! Pulling him immediately back up, and there's a swinging neckbreaker! And the Chairman puts the dot on it by SETTING HIS FOOT AGAINST THE THROAT OF MICHAELS TO CHOKE HIM OUT!
DT: The referee trying to force him to break it up! He does, at three - but stomps on Michaels' chest for good measure! Now pulling him up to his feet again!
MN: Wonder what he's got in store now?
DT: Irish whip from the Chairman - Michaels into the ropes - Anarky CLOTHESLINES but Michaels ducks it and looks for the crucifix! The legs and arms wrapped around the arms of Anarky, but the Chairman isn't going down!
MN: Of course he's not going down! He doesn't swing that way!
DT: Michaels fighting - but Anarky hits the reverse and PLOUGHS Michaels' mid-back into the corner! Michaels grimacing in pain as he slouches against the turnbuckles!
DM: He just DROPPED off of Anarky there! Just sitting in the corner like a limp noodle!
DT: A very focused-looking Anarky now turning to Michaels in the corner... wait, no, Michaels in a daze! Grabbing ahold of Anarky's leg and clinging to him!
MN: He's doing more than that!
DM: Censor! CENSOR!
DT: Good god, Michaels with a desperate attempt to try and pull Anarky's trunks down! That sick, sick bastard! He's struggling with 'em!
DM: And thank GOD Anarky just shuts him down with a big right hand to the head!
DT: And another right hand! And another! And another and another and another and my god Beau Michaels has been busted open by the sheer ferocity of those right hands!
MN: I think he was more interested in OTHER bodily fluids! Serves him right!
DT: A thoroughly brutalized Beau Michaels now going limp beneath those furious punches of Anarky! The right hands continue to pound on the skull of the BiSexual one!
DM: Michaels is no more than a limp noodle now! Anarky... pulling his tights up a little! Michaels didn't get 'em down, but he came close!
DT: The Chairman scowling as he kicks a brutalized Michaels in the gut... and there's the Chaos Breaker! Smack in the middle of the ring to a bloody Beau Michaels! Cover -
One -
Two -
Three - it's over!
[*DING* - the bell rings.]
TONY FATORA: Here is your winneeeerrrrrrr... ANARKYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!
DM: Michaels tried to play his usual games with Anarky, but in the end the Chairman was having none of it! A decisive victory here for Anarky here tonight.
[CUTTO: The nameplate on the door reads "EPW Executive Office". Cassidy Stewart takes the briefest of moments to straighten his tie, his mind cycling through his sales pitch. Raising his fist to knock on the door, he is shocked backwards when it is suddenly flung open. Shocked further at the sight of the man before him. Not the suit-wearing executive he'd expected. No. 'Triple X' Sean Stevens at first looked annoyed at the obstacle before him, then smiled when he realized that the aforementioned obstacle was the unfortunate representative of Stevens' most prolific pest.]
CASSIDY: Um, excuse me--
[Stewart attempted to sidestep past Stevens into the EPW Executives' makeshift backstage office. He failed, much to Triple X's amusement. Stevens shut the door behind him and let the awkward moment cling to the air.]
TRIPLE X: Got some business to attend to with the suits?
CASSIDY: I, uh ... just a matter or two to clear up.
[Stewart anxiously shifted his briefcase from his left hand to his right.]
TRIPLE X: Right, right. Well, if you were going to talk to the Office about extending Ice Tre's contract, don't bother.
[Cassidy flushed, unbuttoning his blazer -- suddenly very warm.]
CASSIDY: Look, Sean. We've been through this. I've TOLD Tre not to mess with you. I have TOLD--
TRIPLE X: Don't bother asking them to extend his contract ... because I just CONVINCED them to extend his contract. Congratulations, Stewart. Ice Tre is about to be offered a four year deal.
[Cass collected his jaw from the floor with much grace.]
CASSIDY: ...what?
TRIPLE X: That's right. Four years. A decent bump in pay as well, I'd imagine. I didn't dwell on the details. After all, that's YOUR job. Right?
[Suddenly, Stewart felt a rush of confidence -- adrenaline -- rush over him. He latched onto it, holding on for dear life.]
CASSIDY: What is this all about, Stevens? You and I BOTH know that you'd be a lot happier with Ice Tre out of EPW and out of your hair. What is this all about?
[The 'Blue Eyed BadAss' leaned forward, nearly whispering.]
TRIPLE X: Listen to me very carefully, Cassidy, because I'm only going to say this once. Everything that I’ve ever done in this business has had a motive attached to it. You're absolutely right, I want Ice Tre to pack his fake gold chains and get the **** out of dodge, but you and I BOTH know that ain't gonna happen. Contract, no contract, that idiot's going to continue sticking his nose in my business, until I KILL him.
[Triple X paused, smiling at the thought.]
TRIPLE X: If I kill a contracted employee, there’s always the accident excuse. …or at the very LEAST, I could use an Empire Pro attorney. But if I kill a random nobody, then it’s murder, and I'm not going to jail for ANYONE. But, I’m a reasonable man, Cassidy. Very reasonable.
CASSIDY: You? Reasonable?! Is that what you're telling yourself these days, Sean?
[Cassidy was dripping with sarcasm.]
TRIPLE X: Don't sass me, Cassidy. Consider Tre's 4 year extension a … peace offering.
CASSIDY: And, what are the 'terms' of this ... offering?
TRIPLE X: The terms are simple. Keep your boy out of my title match later on this evening. That punk has been sticking his nose in my business from the moment I beat his scrawny little ass in the second round of the King of the Cage, and I KNOW he fancies my title match as the perfect stage to make a statement. Tell Tre that he's GOT his deal; tell him that he's got a couple extra dollars to spend on one of those platinum and diamond grills I hope he swallows. But, most importantly Cassidy … tell your boy that his fetish with me ends RIGHT NOW.
[Stevens extended his hand, to which Cassidy unenthusiastically accepted.]
CASSIDY: I'd say we have ourselves a deal. I'll make sure Tre stays out of your match tonight—
[Cassidy tried to break the handshake, but Sean yanked him in closer.]
TRIPLE X: – you had BETTER. Because if you don't, you won't HAVE a job, or a client to represent, because I'll put Tre in a wheel chair, PERMANENTLY.
[Stevens broke the handshake, as Cassidy slowly backpedaled in the opposite direction until he was out of sight.]
TRIPLE X[mumbling to himself]: …speaking of the King of the Cage. One down, one more to go.