Enigma made his way down the hallway silently, looking into each of the locker rooms determining the obstacles that he would have to overcome in the future. He finally came upon his locker room. He opened the door, as he touched the door handle he felt coldness, sense of nervousness going through his body.

“Snap out of it.” He said to himself.

After organizing his gear in his locker room he made his way from the locker room and began to walk away. The thoughts of being in the ring again struck over him, he anticipated it greatly. He walked out the door of the arena and hopped into his car. He continued driving.

Time: 8 P.M.

Destination: Hooters

Status: Arrived.

Enigma walked in and sat at the bar ordering a beer. The waitress began to flirt with him.

“I’ve seen you somewhere before” She said to him.

“Probably T.V.” Enigma answered quickly

“Are you an actor?” She said

“Nah, a professional wrestler. Hey babe I am late for a meeting I will have to let you go.” He said to her

“Oh ok, come back again..please” She said to him as he got up and walked away.

Enigma sat in his car and began to think. This federation is for me, this is where I must command and conquer. Will I be fired for what I do to the men in the ring? I create sheer destruction, can they survive it?

[CUE UP: "Imperial March" - Rage Against the Machine. A video montage plays, featuring smoke-wreathed images of various wrestlers, some of them leaving blurred trails as they move.

CUT TO: Beast nailing the Absolution on Adam Benjamin.

CUT TO: Karl Brown coming off the ropes with a Quebrada.

CUT TO: Christian Sands and Lindsay Troy standing victorious in the ring.

CUT TO: Troy Douglas standing victorious on a turnbuckle.

CUT TO: Adam Benjamin delivering a Shining Wizard to Karl Brown.

CUT TO: Golem cradling his claw, smirking.

CUT TO: Boogie Smallz lighting up a blunt.

CUT TO: Lindsay Troy dropkicking Christian Sands.

CUT TO: JA and Sebastian Dodd locking up in the middle of the ring.

CUT TO: Dan Ryan sitting sedately in a chair, staring into the camera.

CUTTO: With a clash of metal, a logo slams across the screen, its edges flickering.]

[Cut to the ramp, where a wreath of pyro explodes around the EmpireTron and several bomblike, smoky explosions ripple about the entry way. The camera zooms in on the screen as the pyro finally peters out, then blurs to roving shots of the roaring crowd as a small banner in the corner briefly appears to proclaim that EPW is broadcast en Espanol. Various signs are visible in the crowd: "LATE? US? NEVER!", "I VOTED FOR DAN RYAN", "John Doe Is A Maniac!", "ENTER SANDMAN", "WHO BE DISSIN' DIS?!", "BIG DADDY ENGLISH", "Cross Rocks", and finally, "BLITZ ARE THE SHITZ".]

[CUE UP: "ZERO" by SMASHING PUMPKINS. Pyros screams into the air and the arena erupts in cheers as EPW owner DAN RYAN steps out onto the platform in all black - a trenchcoat, dark shades and black boots.]

DT: It's the owner of Empire Pro!!

MN: Some class to start off the show!!

DM: Mr. Ryan wasn't scheduled to be with us tonight. I wonder what's up....

MN: Whatever he wants as long as he keeps the cash and the beer flowin'....

[Ryan stalks down to the ring, rolls under the bottom rope and calls for a microphone. He makes a slashing gesture with his thumb and the music abruptly cuts off.]

Ryan: Yo TEXAS!!! LEMME HEAR YA!!!!!

[The crowd goes nuts again.]

Ryan: A few weeks ago, there was a bit of a stir caused by one Sebastian Dodd claiming to be the heart and soul of this company.

[Boos.]

Ryan: That was followed up with a reply from Beast defending the honor of the company and in turn, proclaiming himself the one true center which Empire Pro revolves around. And to that I say, that's exactly how it should be.

Marcus Westcott.....Beast.....has been the World Champion since the last day of May this year. As champion, it is the champion's duty to represent this company. Beast has done that as well as he could, but I must ask if he had done all that is necessary to take that step into iconic status that the truly great World Champions take.

I'll answer that question for you.

You don't have what it takes, Marcus.

You don't have what it takes to find yourself in a truly impossible situation and pull out the win at all stops.

You don't have what it takes to be put in a situation so hopeless, that the champagne for your opponent's victory party is on ice backstage and practically begging for it's cork to be popped out, and do whatever it takes to ensure that the fans leave with their jaws agape, their hearts beating out of their chests, and little brown s**tstains in their pants for the way you pulled victory from defeat.

I'll say it again, champ.

[Ryan puts his face right in the camera.]

YOU DON'T HAVE WHAT IT TAKES.

[The crowd boos.]

Yeah. Yeah, I said it. Now I know you're not in the building yet so there won't be any big dramatic entrance to break this up. So I'm just gonna lay it out on the line for ya.

This whole goody goody boy scout routine? It's not gonna cut it. Things are changin' around here, Beast. You best start figuring out how to change along with them, or you're gonna get left behind.

Want me to shut up? Want to prove me wrong?

DO WHAT YOU GOTTA DO.

[Ryan tosses the mic down as "Zero" by Smashing Pumpkins starts back up and he slides from the ring, heading up the ramp to the stage. The owner tosses one more look back into the crowd, then departs through the curtain.]