Three's a crowd (Invite)

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Linkin Park's "Nobody's Listening" plays over the arena PA, and the new X-Gen champion steps out from behind the curtain. You'd expect Brian to be in a better mood having defeated Pablo Reyes for the now hotly contested title, but it was the aftermath of said match that was what burned him. Yang makes the walk down to the ring and slides in. He calls for the PA announcer's mic and shoos him out of the ring. Bian looks into camera and sends his message out clearly.

Evan Fate!!! You wanna run down to the ring and spear people outta no where, huh? You wanna send messages, huh? Well I've got a message for you, my friend. If you want to pick at fight with THE ASIAN SENSATION, all you have to do is bring your Emo ass down to this ring and bring it! If you think for one god damn second that you've even made a dent into what's going to a very long reign as X-Gen champion for me, you're out of your freakin' mind. I'm calling your punk ass out, Fate. You and me, tonight! But don't think you're just gonna waltz in and get a title shot. Hell no. You're going to have to earn it by beating me. So let's not waste time. Get you punk ass down to this ring, and let's do this!

Yang lowers his mic. An entrance music begins to play, but it wasn't the music of Evan Fate...

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It was the entrance theme of the former champion, Pablo Reyes. The fans come to their feet as the pride of Spanish Harlem makes his way down to the ring. Pablo enters the ring and plays to the corwd in his usual fashion. He calls for a mic and takes aim at the new X-Gen Champ.

Hold the phone now, pa. I must have missed something in the translation. You really think I'm gonna let what went down in MSG slide? I was whoopin' you ass from one end of the ring and back, and you managed to beat me with a roll up. A roll up. You, "the best pure striker in XWA", resorting to rolling me up off of a shooting star press. Nah, homie. That ain't flyin' with me, and it damn sure ain't flyin' with mi famila.

The crowd gives a roaring approval.

Evan Fate might have shown your ass up, but I'm the one who beat your ass. You won the match, yes. But I won the fight, pa. And I want my rematch. Right here, in this ring, TONIGHT.

Pablo was on fire and ready for action. He waits for Yang's response.

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Brian answers with hint of hesitation in his response.

Whooooooooooooooa!!! Hold on there now, "Papi". You can try and sugar coat it all you want. I beat you clean & jerk for this title. Doesn't matter how bad you think you beat me, I beat you when it mattered most. The winner isn't decided on points, pal. He's decided on if he can pin the next guy's shoulders to the mat for three seconds. And that's what I did...to you. You're old news. You're time in the spotlight is done. Unfortunately, I have to give you a rematch, but I say when that day is, not you. I've got bigger fish to fry tonight.

Brian knew that would get Pablo's Latin temper going. He grins and waits for the reaction.

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With a scowl on his face, Pablo replies.

So that's how it's gonna be, eh Yang? Or should I say that's how you THINK it's gonna be. What? You afraid of losing the title as fast as you won it? You know damn well that your ass got lucky in MSG. LUCKY. ou know you can't beat me, so you wanna run off and fight the guy who humiliated you instead of the guy you barely managed to win against.

Pablo was just about to continue, but he was cut off by the entrance theme of the 3rd side of this X-Gen triangle.

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The crowd comes to it's feet as KsE's "End Of Heartache" hits the PA. Evan Fate steps out onto the set, clad in a stylish biker jacket adorned with tribal patterns on it. The fans continue to cheer as Evan plays to them on his way down to the ring. After entering the ring, Evan calls for a mic. Standing in between Yang on one side of the ring, and Reyes on the other, Evan sizes up both men, raises his mic, and speaks.

WOW!!! Check out these two guys, will ya folks? Talk about ready to throw down. That's what I like to see. Problem is, we've got a conflict on interests here. On one hand, Brian Yang wants to get payback for me utterly embarrassing him at ID08. And on the other hand, Pablo Reyes wants to re-up on a match that he probably shouldn't have lost. So where does that leave lil' ol' me in the equation? I'll answer that for you in one shot. You see, for the last few months, I've watched the X-Gen division pick up steam, all the while doing my own thing. Everyone knew I was X-Gen material, yea. But I wanted to make my jump into the division when the talent pool started shining. Wasn't much fun in it when Jimmy was kicking everyone's ass. But now? Now we have competition. Now we have demand. And we all know I'm all about giving people what they demand in the ring.

With a grin and a nod, the fans cheer in complete approval for Evan.

I've done plenty of things in my career so far. I've got one hell of a highlight reel. But there's one thing that in 2 and a half years I've still yet to do. Win a championship. Something I plan on changing real...REAL soon. You see, Yang. You've got something I want. And as you felt in NYC, I'll do anything to make it known that I want a title shot. And Pablo, I feel ya', bro...I really do. But if that means I have to kick your ass, to get my chance to kick his ass...well...I'm gonna be one ass kickin' son of a bitch this August, ain't I? So I see things like this, fellas. All three of us want a fight tonight. So how about we all grant each other that wish. 3 men, one ring, NO BULL. And the man that wins, well...I guess he's pretty much in the driver's seat as far as what comes next then, isn't he?

Evan waits for the response of the next man.

Buzz: Holy crap!!! This is just heating up by the moment!