(Sean “Triple X” Stevens’ dressing room door opened, as he stepped out, and made his way to the curtain for introductions. Stevens was dressed in his “wrestling gear”, a short sleeved, grey, 100% cotton t-shirt, with the words ‘the Triple X show’ in black lettering , silver and black tights, with his trademark three X’s all over the rear and thigh area, taped wrists, and boots.

There was a look of focus on his face, as he turned the corner, only a couple of feet away from the glitz and glamour of the live crowd. He ran his fingers through his hair, but wiped his hand on the wall soon after, forgetting that he was only minutes removed from the shower, and his hair was soaked.

After a couple more steps, he was at his destination; however, he’d have to wait a moment, as RUDY SEITZER approached Stevens, microphone in hand.)

Seitzer: Sean Stevens, just moments ago, Hornet had a lot that he got off of his chest, the majority of what he had to say was directed at you. How are you feeling exactly -- first, knowing that for some bizarre reason Hornet is with Poison Ivy at the moment, someone – as everyone knows – she has an emotional tie with?

(Trip gave the reporter an annoyed look, almost as if to say what do YOU think. )

TRIPLE X: As expected, it concerns me…

Seitzer: So there is truth to the comment Hornet made about you not getting over the history between him and Ivy?

TRIPLE X: Let me ask you a question, Rudy. This is, of course, assuming you weren’t as ugly as you are, or gay, and had the ability to attract a woman. How would you feel if every single time you went out to dinner, you had people in the bushes outside the restaurant snapping pictures of you that are probably going to be sold to some magazine? How would you feel if every time you went out to do your job, something you’re damned good at might I add, your opponents turn the attention from the match to the person you’re screwing?

Seitzer (swallowing hard): I could see how that’d be frustrating.

TRIPLE X: It’s not even frustrating anymore. I’m used to it. What’s frustrating is, like you said, for some reason, Hornet’s locked in a cabin in the middle of nowhere, sending messages to me, in an attempt to f--- with my head before perhaps my biggest statement match of my CSWA career, and the whole time I’m watching it pissed, because if he’s locked over there, he won’t be able to wrestle over… here.

Am I concerned about Poison Ivy’s history with Hornet? No. I’m concerned about Hornet’s health the next time I see him. Match, no match… ring no ring… I’m sick and tired of this man making it his business to tell me about myself and my relationship. If Poison Ivy ever wants to be with you again, make no mistake, it’ll hurt, but I love her enough that I would let her go to be with you, because there's nothing I could say to change the way she feels. But, look around Hornet, how long have you been stuck in that cabin?

Poison Ivy is mine, Paul.

It’s not up for debate, there’s nothing you can say, or any subliminal that you can send that’ll change that. You said I’m upset about Ivy being your sloppy seconds? I think what it all boils down to is, you had no idea when you two went your separate ways the last go ‘round, that she would be strong enough to not let you, old man, have thirds.

It’s lonely at the top, right Hornet?

You’re right about one thing, though. I haven’t won the big belt here. I haven’t had many real opportunities either, and that’s not because I don’t deserve them. It’s because people like you, people like Mark Windham, Troy, Eli, Deacon, Randalls, GUNS, you won’t move out of the way for talent unless you hand select them. Dan Ryan was the dark horse, Shane Southern was the safe pick, and you figured if you sang their praises loud enough people would just believe you, and I would just go away. Well, I might have gone away, but I always came back. And, tonight… while I don’t get to do what I originally intended, and that’s kill two birds with one stone… I get the guy handpicked by all of you old school guys to carry the company into the future. I get to go in that ring tonight, in front of thousands, and prove what I always said I was, the best.

Then, I’ll come and see you, Hornet. And, when I see you, and I will see you, I’m going to knock you the hell out.

(Trip smacked the microphone out of his face, and out of the Rudy's hand, as his theme began to blare and he approached the curtain.)