The show had go on, so far, as planned without a major glitch. The crowd seemed into it, really into it, and the majority of the head honchos patted themselves on the back for doing the seemingly impossible. The show went to commercial, as most of the audience rushed to the concessions to fulfill a craving... the others simply entertained themselves with chants, waves, and a beach ball that was being passed around the arena. Nothing more than good old fashioned fun.

Technicians were in the ring testing the microphones, ring, ropes, and pyro for the next leg of the show, as the audience awaited the countdown to signal that the CSWA would be going back on air.

That's when it happened.

A man, well not just any man, because average men don't just jump guardrails from their front row seat. It was hard to get a clean look at his face because his "Orlando Magic" baseball cap was pulled pretty low, with the brim covering his eyes and most of his nose. The few members of the audience that were paying attention began to rumble, causing the others to take notice. As the individual removed his hat, the rumble became a roar... a roar so loud that even the fans at the concession had to see what the commotion was about... and, they weren't disappointed.

"Triple X" Sean Stevens walked up the stairs, entered the ring, and signalled for a working microphone. At first, the technician hesitated, but this was Miami, Florida... Sean's home away from home... and, the reaction given to him by the audience told him that this was something that had to happen.

Sean raised the mic, "Don't worry, kid. I'm not out here to ruin your show, I'll only be a second," Sean began, noticing the technicians nervous movements.

"MIAMI, FLORIDA!"

The crowd roared.

"Straight to the point. The CSWA is by far the most important wrestling promotion in the world, and the fact that they're getting there legs under is reason enough for me to sit back, relax, and enjoy the show like the rest of you. I could have done something stupid... I could've jumped the guardrail and stole some television time, but I have too much respect for this company to interfere with their big night."

"However..."

"I couldn't sit there any longer, in my home away from home," cheap pop, "without letting each and every one of you know that I've spoken with management, signed the appropriate documents, and it's official, 'Triple X' Sean Stevens is once again a member of the CSWA!"

He turned his attention to the entrance ramp, more personally... the curtain. "And, to all the boys... I just want to make it perfectly clear that when that time draws near, when my name is on the bill to wrestle... it's on."

"Over the past couple of years, I've sat back and watched people that I clicked with... people that broke down CSWA barriers with me evolve into mainstays here. Dan Ryan, he's a former CSWA World Heavyweight Champion, and is seen as a top tier performer here. However, Dan and I used to kick it backstage, on the regular, and actually became pretty good friends. ...and, when we weren't friends, I beat him."

"Shane Southern was another guy that ran alongside me, only to emerge as a superstar when I left. Now, I'm not sure if he's still wrestling or not, and, honestly... I could care less, but I think it's worth mentioning that he was not on my level. And, despite how that may sound, that's not a knock on Shane, it's more of a testament to how close I was to fulfilling my dream. I always said I wouldn't leave this business until I did the one thing I wanted to do, and that's become the CSWA champ."

One of the technicians began signalling that the show was about to come back on air. Noticing this, Trip wrapped it up, "So without going too far into details about what I want to do when I get back, just know that this time it's not about the money... of the fame... or to be able to say I survived here. This time, it's because I belong. Thank you and enjoy the rest of the broadcast."

Stevens tossed the tech his mic, and slid out of the ring, lifting his arms to cheers as he returned to his seat.

The show continued five seconds later.