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Standing directly in front of an 'EPW: Wrestleverse' backdrop, large Evian in hand, 'Triple X' Sean Stevens took a sip, then spat it out, leaving a trail of spit hanging from his chin. He looked a wrecked ... hair pony-tailed, with several wisps hanging out front, a full beard, and sweat beads dripping down his forehead. He was wearing a wife beater, grey sweatshorts, and boots. The sounds of the environment around him insisted that he was at a gym, or some other type of workout facility, but the camera's steady focus on the EPW logo wouldn't allow us to find out.
stevens - "I don't usually do this, Bloodhunt. Anybody who has studied my style will tell you, I'm more of a counter puncher. I like to defer, to sit back, analyze the situation, wait for you to make your move, then jump on you before you realize that the whole thing was a set up. This shouldn't really come as a surprise, though. Look at our history. You, for whatever reason, made it your business to cost me a shot at the EPW Intercontinental Championship. I, in turn, responded, not only in a manner that one-uped your attempt at ending my career, but in such grand fashion that the higher-ups wanted to see what we could do face-to-face, with a set of rules. You punched, I punched harded.
"I don't know if you know, but this whole thing really isn't all that new to me. I've been here before. Monster imposes his will, Monster gets the best of the situation, Monster signs his name on the dotted line to finish the job, Monster gets his ass whipped. It was a hell of a publicity stunt, Hunt. You may have a career in marketing when this thing is all said and done. Your little bullsh#t attack, served it's bullsh#t purpose ... it got the people talking again. But, see ... there's always a catch to it, Bloodhunt. Especially when the person you're pulling the publicity stunt on is anything other than a *****. You did your thing, I applaud you for it. You came, you saw, and your acted. No reasons, no excuses.
"Remember that.
"Because at Wrestleverse, when I've got you gasping for air, because you can't keep up, don't try to give me one. Stick to what got you on pay-per-view to begin with. Personally? I don't give a flying f##k how your dad beating your mom affected you as a kid. I don't want any reasons, or any excuses. Point, blank, period ... if you do anything OTHER than quiver up like a little ***** in the corner of the ring, I might end your career. Think about that when you put together your battle plan. In fact, think about that, the next time you decide to f##k with another man's money, because you can.
"You want to get personal? You've got it. You wanted to be pushed beyond your limits? Well, then you picked the right blue-eyed badass to f##k with. Congratulations, Einstein..."
Stevens tossed the bottle, and exited stage left as the camera faded out.