[FADEIN: The bat covered in barbed wire hanging from the rafters. The camera pans back a little to show the height it's hanging from. CUTTO: Craig Miles, looking almost knocked out, at ringside in a wheelchair.

[MUSIC UP: "Ladies and Gentlemen" by Saliva. Marcus Westscott stands on the rampway, getting boo'ed loudly as usual. Westscott shakes his head at the crowd and walks with a purpose to the ring.]

TF: This contest is the Barbed Wire Bat match! The match can not end until one man has used a ladder to obtain the bat, at which point the first man to score a pinfall or submission will be the winner! 

TF: Introducing first...He hails from Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada...Weighing in at 286 pounds...MARCUS...WEST!!!! SCOTTTTTT!!!

[Westscott hits the ring, and looks up at the barbed wire covered bat dangling above the ring. Then begins warming up a bit.]

[MUSIC UP: "More Human Then Human" by White Zombie. Anarky walks out, wearing his usual torn up black leather shirt with the Anarchy Symbol, torn up blue jeans with black wrestling boots. From behind his skull facepaint his eyes just lock on the bat above the ring as he walks to ringside, ignoring the buzzing crowd.]

TF: And his opponent...From Hartford, Connecticut...He weighs in at 230 pounds...AN!! RRRR!!! KEYYY!!!!

[Anarky hits the ring. He and Westscott now glaring at each other, the bell rings and they start swinging!]

DT: The fight is on! Anarky and Westscott just beating the daylights out of each other! Neither man giving an inch as they just keep firing right hands...Anarky rakes Westscott's face and now drives a knee into the gut of Westscott...Westscott sent into the ropes and he EXPLODES WITH A CLOTHESLINE ONTO ANARKY...Westscott mounts Anarky and now is just beating him senseless with right hands! 

MN: Westscott really wants payback here, this is going to be a match so unsettling to watch it may never make basic TV!

DT: Westscott just TOSSES Anarky over the top to the floor! What power from Westscott...Westscott to the outside and he's got a ladder...He now sets up the ladder in the ring and he's climbing up towards the bat...Anarky now back in the ring...

[Anarky screaming "GET IT! GET THE BAT!!"]

DT: Anarky yelling at Westscott, he wants the bat to be brought in play...Westscott hops off the ladder and now the two go to blows again!

DM: Westscott knew if he reached for the bat he'd be defenseless against Anarky knocking the ladder over...He isn't trusting Anarky's word about getting the bat in here.

DT: Anarky staggered by Westscott...Anarky with a drop toe hold sends Westscott face first into the ladder!

MN: What a smart move by the maniac!

DT: Westscott clutching at his face as Anarky now folds up the ladder and now DRIVES IT into the stomach of Westscott! Anarky now kicking Westscott and just strikes him till he's out on the floor! Anarky now setting up the ladder to get the bat.

MN: I hope he gets it quickly, this match is gonna get out of hand once that bat is in play! 

DT: Anarky is reaching for the bat...He's got it unhooked! WAIT A MINUTE!!! WESTSCOTT WAS PLAYING POSSUM! HE CHARGES INTO THE RING AND KNOCKS OVER THE LADDER...SENDING ANARKY AND THE BAT FLYING!!

DM: Westscott a step ahead of Anarky there and now he is in control of that barbed wire bat!

DT: Anarky hit the mat hard off that ladder...Westscott in the ring and he's got the bat now...Westscott ACROSS THE BACK OF ANARKY WITH THAT BAT!! AND AGAIN! Anarky thrashing around on the mat and now he rolls to the floor, trying to get distance from Westscott! 

MN: Get on him Westscott, I really don't care who wins, I just want people to be hit with barbed wire wrapped bats! 

DT: Westscott now on the outside chasing Anarky...ANARKY THROWS FIRE AT WESTSCOTT!! Westscott grabbing at his face, he may be blinded!

MN: You can always count on Anarky to up the crazy factor and he's really done it now!

DM: These two men clearly have a big time persona issue to settle, but let's not forget the winner of this match is going to become the #1 Contender to the EPW World Title, these are huge stakes these two men are fighting for! 

DT: Anarky now has the bat and now WESTSCOTT TAKES IT ACROSS THE BACK! Anarky now GRINDING THE BAT INTO THE FACE OF WESTSCOTT!!!

MN: Man, the vampires are going to be loving this one!

DT: Westscott bleeding badly now as Anarky tosses him back into the ring...Anarky going under the ring...Oh dear lord he just pulled out a trash can full of weapons and he tosses that into the ring!

DM: Anarky clearly seeking to maim Westscott, he's not just content with a barbed wire covered baseball bat!

DT: Anarky dumps that trash can full of weapons in the ring and now BASHES Westscott in the head with the Trash Can! Anarky puts the Trash can over Westscott's head and now BASHES IT REPEATEDLY WITH A STEEL PIPE! 

MN: Man I bet Westscott was living his old life of being called Beast and telling Linsday Troy jokes now!

DT: Anarky now going back and getting the barbed wire covered baseball bat...He SMASHES it across the back of Westscott...He now loads up for a home run swing...WESTSCOTT GOES LOW!! ANARKY CRUMPLES TO THE MAT!

DM: Westscott may have just saved the match, and maybe his career there!

DT: Westscott getting up...He just grabbed a street sign off the mat and SMACKS Anarky with it! And again! He now puts that sign on Anarky's head and DRIVES A KNEE INTO IT! Anarky thrashing around in agony! Westscott now goes over and gets the barbed wire covered bat...AND NOW IT'S ANARKY'S TURN TO BLEED!!! WESTSCOTT GRINDING THE BAT INTO THE FACE OF ANARKY!

MN: I hope the local bloodbanks are ready for this match!

DT: Anarky now bleeding badly after Westscott got finished carving his face up with that bat! Westscott tosses the bat aside and now grabs that steel pipe and BEATS THE LIFE OUT OF ANARKY WITH A SERIES OF SHOTS TO THE RIBS WITH THAT PIPE!

DM: That bat might carve you up with the barbed wire, but the impact from that pipe is more solid, more chance for an internal injury!

DT: Westscott tosses the pipe aside and covers Anarky!


ONE!!


TWO!!


THR-- NO! NO!!!

DT: Anarky kicks out...Westscott now going over towards that weapon pile that was dumped out of the trash can.

MN: This looks like the set of a Carrot Top act gone wrong then a wrestling ring! 

DT: He's got a bag now and he opens it...OH LORD...BROKEN GLASS AND TACKS POURING FROM THE BAG!!!

MN: I bet if Craig Miles wasn't on enough drugs to kill Keith Richards he'd be enjoying this!

DT: Miles hasn't even moved an inch since being wheeled to ringside...Westscott now grabs Anarky...POWERBOMB ONTO THE TACKS AND GLASS!! NO! ANARKY FLIPS OUT OF IT!!! ANARKY WITH A SINGLE ARM DDT INTO THE TACKS AND GLASS!! WESTSCOTT FACE FIRST INTO THAT PILE!! HE'S THRASHING LIKE HE'S BEEN SHOT!!!

DM: He could have gotten a tack or glass in the eye! He could be blinded!!

DT: Anarky walks over, a sick smile on his face and now he finally covers!


ONE!!


TWO!!!


THRE-- NO! NO!!

DT: WESTSCOTT KICKED OUT!! Anarky glares with rage at Westscott...He can't believe Westscott is still fighting...Anarky with a couple stomps to Westscott...Now he's going outside...Anarky's got a table...He slides it into the ring...Anarky has the table set up now...He puts Westscott on the table...a couple more right hands to the face of Westscott...Now Anarky puts that steel chair on top of Westscott's face...Anarky now going outside...He's up...top...ANARKY OFF THE TOP WITH A SPLASH ONTO THE TABLE!!! WESTSCOTT ROLLED OFF THE TABLE!!! ANARKY JUST CRASHED AND BURNED THROUGH THAT TABLE!!!

MN: That was a bad landing!

DT: Westscott dives on top of Anarky, the cover!


ONE!!


TWO!!


THR--NO! NO!!


DT: ANARKY KICKS OUT AT 2...Westscott rolls over towards the barbed wire bat...What is he doing?! OH MY GOODNESS!! HE SET THE BAT ON FIRE!!! ANARKY GETS TO HIS FEET...AND GETS CLOCKED IN THE HEAD WITH A FLAMING BARBED WIRE BAT!!!! 

[Crowd screaming "E-P-DUB! E-P-DUB! As Westscott is blasted by fire extinguishers and Anarky thrashes on the ground in agony.]

DT: WESTSCOTT OVER WITH THE COVER! THE LEG IS HOOKED!!


ONE!!!


TWO!!!


THRE---NO! NO!!! 


DT: ANARKY KICKS OUT!! 

DM: What amazing determination by Anarky!

DT: WESTSCOTT CAN NOT BELIEVE IT...Westscott screaming at the ref who continues to hold up two fingers...

MN: Keep the counts slow ref...They haven't died yet!

DT: Westscott now waiting on Anarky...Stalking him with that bat...Anarky to his feet...HE JUST THREW SALT INTO THE EYES OF WESTSCOTT!!!

DM: And with all those cuts on Westscott's face...That has to burn like crazy!

DT: Anarky now stumbles over and grabs that steel pipe...Westscott in the corner with the bat...ANARKY AND WESTSCOTT CHARGE AT EACH OTHER...BOTH MEN CONNECT WITH THEIR WEAPON!!! ANARKY GOT A FACE FULL OF BARBED WIRE BAT AND WESTSCOTT JUST HAD THAT STEEL PIPE BENT OVER HIS HEAD!!! BOTH MEN LAYING FLAT ON THE MAT MOTIONLESS!! No one can deny the effort these two men have put forth in this contest! BOTH of them have laid it all on the line here tonight on, arguably, the biggest stage of all!

DM: And it is FAR from over!

MN: You've got that right as--

DT: What the--

[CUT TO: The lights suddenly cut out, the crowd instantly buzzes and suddenly there is a spotlight an upperlevel of the southeast side of the arena. An eruption from the crowd--]

MN: Oh NO!

DT: Isn't that--

[CUT TO: It's Your Boy. And he's come strapped with a live mic.]

ICE TRE: Back in the building, back on the map. It's Your Boy -- ICE TRE!! Awwwwww, yeaaaaaah!

DT: ICE TRE! It's ICE TRE! He's BACK!

MN: WHAT?!?

[CUT TO: Tre confidently attaches himself to what appears to be a ZIPLINE. The crowd roars, taking him in; dressed in ROYAL blue sequins and STILL rocking his [stolen] KING of the CAGE Crown, he bathes in the spotlight for a moment before majestically tossing the mic and leaping off the ledge. The crowd roars!]

DM: What is he DOING here?!?

[Tre clutched for his helmet, sparkling like the shiningest of stars as he zoomed through the air.]

DT: Craig Miles has something to do with this! Rest assured! 

MN: I hoped to NEVER see this sorry sack of trash again!

[Tre, weighing only 172 pounds, came to a slow halt just above the ring. The crowds cheers turn to laughter as it becomes apparent that Tre's harness is jammed.]

DT: Oh My.

[It isn't long before Tre's arms and legs are flailing about, as if he was in the throes of a convulsion. Even the referee can't help but chuckle.]

MN: What an ass.

DT: Ice Tre is STUCK, suspended 10 feet above the ring, in what was - I imagine - meant to be his triumphant return to Empire Pro Wrestling! Meanwhile, Westcott and Anarky are back to their feet and they are in disbelief of what they see! And I can't say I BLAME them!

DM: What is he DOING here? NOW? In THIS match!?!

DT: I promise you, Craig Miles put him up to this! 

DM: Tre is STUCK above the ring and the referee is absolutely bewildered! What is he supposed to do?

MN: Ice Tre hasn't done anything wrong yet, other than make a complete, total, and utter ASS of himself once again!

DT: Both of these men are completely out! Spent, battered, bruised, and BROKEN in this ring... and Ice Tre is... hanging helplessly above the ring. These fans, this crowd, this entire arena is LOVING Wrestleverse 3! Chanting Tre's name!

[CUTTO: Tre flails about as if in mid-seizure, trying desperately to free himself from the harness. The crowd cheers him on as both men begin to stir...] 

DM: This match will apparently continue as if a wrestler WASN'T dangling above!

MN: The show must go--

[SUDDENLY and much to Tre's immediate surprise, the harness gives out and Ice Tre plummets ten feet straight down, CRASHING on top of both Anarky AND Westcott!]

DT: OH GOODNESS! What an IMPACT!

MN: Tre is stumbling to his feet, clutching his ribs! What is he DOING?!? 

DT: Westcott is trying to pull himself to his feet by the ropes, but Ice tre has the bat!!!! OHHHHH!!!! Westcott eats steel!!!

DM: My God!! Don’t tell me he’s the man Craig Miles was talking to earlier tonight!! He’s gonna take Westcott out right here!!!

DT: Tre looking down at Westcott….and Anarky is stirring and coming to his feet behind him…..MY GOD!!! TRE JUST TURNED AND LEVELLED ANARKY WITH THAT BAT!!

MN: WHAT?!?!?

DT: He grabs a hold of Westcott and ... PULLS HIM ON TOP OF ANARKY!!!

MN: Again I say…..WHAT?!?!?

DM: The referee is grudgingly in position!!! The cover!!!

MN: I can't believe this!

ONE!!!!!

[CUTTO: Westcott's fluttering eyelids, in and out of consciousness.]

TWO!!!!!

[CUTTO: Blood coats Anarky's motionless face, eyes closed and still.]

THREE!!!!!!!!

[CUTTO: Referee raises one of Westcott's arms! Ice Tre makes a hasty exit thru the crowd, holding his crown under one arm. Anarky rolls out of the ring, hitting ringside with an uncomfortable thud while Marcus is slowly brought to a knee by the referee.]

DT: MARCUS WESTCOTT has WON this contest... but ... WHY!?! Why has Ice Tre returned to EPW--

MN: Great question.

DT: --only to intercede in a match that in NO WAY involves him! To disrupt and tarnish a contest that BOTH men sought to come to a final conclusion! One has to assume that Craig Miles is somehow involved and...

MN: And the mindgames continue! Marcus Westcott will go down as the winner of this contest tonight... but the story between Anarky and Westcott is NOT finished. Add Ice Tre to the mix and—

[Camera shot of Craig Miles in his wheelchair, just smoking his cigarette and smirking.]

DM: ….And Craig Miles. Boy, does he have some explaining to do.

DT: Fans, I apologize. I've just been told that we will HEAR from Ice Tre a bit later on in the program and you've GOT to believe we'll get our answer then!

[CUTTO: An EPW WRESTLEVERSE III backdrop. Before it stands Mojo Massey, one of the premiere wrestling journalists in the business, with a very special guest.

MOJO: Ladies and Gentlemen, I am joined by the man who certainly made ... an IMPACT during this evenings BAT MATCH between Anarky and Marcus Westcott. He is a former EPW Television Champion and still, I am told, the KING of the STREETS... Ice Tre, what are you DOING here?

[Dressed much as we'd last seen him, Tre rocks Royal Blue and sequins like a true pimp. "His" KING of the CAGE crown adorns his head as always, cocked just slightly.]

ICE TRE: Out on bail, fresh outta jail -- It's Your Boy, ICE TRE! Tonight, The K'ang of the Streetz and Undisputed KING of the CAGE did what he does best. The world witnessed something they won't soon forget ... and Ice Tre, once again, made the EPW WRESTLEVERSE *HIS* NIGHT! It was at Wrestleverse 2 that the industry was FIRST rocked by The ICE AGE. The best of the best got put on BLAST! The rules had changed! Ice Tre, All Day, Here to STAY!

[Pause.]

ICE TRE: That's how it was MEANT to be, right? Boy from the corner makes good, str8-out-da-hood, and hits the BIG TIME; Empire Pro Wrestling! Sets the world ABLIGGITY-BLAZE! From the bottom-feeders of the fed to the top draws of the day, after 'Verse Two signed off? ERR'BODY had MY name comin' out they damn MOUF! Before long? Ice Tre's is ROYALTY, I've bested the BEST the bosses could muster! They tried to BURY me and I fought my way OUT! Became Da TRU NUMBAH ONE CONTENDAH and the industry looked da other way! But my PEOPLEZ? The Tre'niacs and Maniacs? They stood strong wit' me. The good and the bad, they accepted it all... they accepted ME.

MOJO: Any comment on your arrest, sentencing, and time served in the penal system?

[Tre is instantly taken aback. Oh, No He Didn't!]

ICE TRE: In the WHAT?!? Maaaaan, ain't nothin' like dat went down, man. Homie don't play that, ya heard? Ice Tre was just out in the world, doin' what he do -- I caught a charge - tru Dat - I did my bid, stood up for mine. But the EPW suits couldn't take da scruitiny. They couldn't handle the bad press. They cut me loose the first chance they GOT, yo. SCANDALOUS!

MOJO: EPW removed you from the active roster following your conviction, but tonight you returned, playing a HUGE role in the BITTER contest between Anarky and Marcus Westcott leaving the internet abuzz and everyone in the back wondering... WHY?

ICE TRE: I'm as shocked as err'body else, sucka. I got the phone call two days ago, yo. Imagine my surprise when The Cocksman, Craig MILES holla's at Your Boy... says if I scratch HIS back, he'll work his mojo and get me back on EPW TV instead of just cashin' they paycheck. Might say that The Tre JUMPED at da chance! 

[Tre adjusted the fly crown atop his head with both hands, grinning slyly.]

ICE TRE: You know that old sayin': Mo' Money, Mo' Problems? Well, Ice Tre is bankin' on da INVERSE also bein' true. Mo' Enemies, Mo' Paydays. Nah'm sayin'? As far as 'Narko and Wes Scott go? They wanna bump after this, we gon' bump - HARD, nah'm'sayin'? Far as *I* am concerned, they HISTORY! They in my rearview. Ice Tre left 'em in the dust like it ain't no fuss and he straight MOVIN' ON, yo. They wanna SCRAP after me CLOWNIN' them on PayPerView? Can't Say Tre would Blame 'em. But if that's how they gon' play it ... what comes down on 'em will BE on them, ya heard?

MOJO: You DO have a fair amount of unfinished--

ICE TRE: BIDNISS, baby! Unfinished BIDNISS!! Run on down the line ... between punks like Fusenshhhhhhoff, emo-*****es like Stalker and WANKSTAS like SEAN STEVENS.... y'all can BEST B'LEE that ICE TRE WILL TIE EVERY loose end! I will leave no stone unturned in my never-ending QUEST to OWN this got'day-um INDUSTRY from the BOTTOM to the TOP! Tonight, Ice Tre put the world BACK ON BLAST! It's the SECOND ICE AGE and it's sweepin' DA EARTF! 

MOJO: Anything else?

ICE TRE: Global Warmin' ain't SH!T to me! 

MOJO: Back to you!