January 22Jan 22 The scene opens backstage at a dimly lit house show venue, where the faint echoes of crowd noise can be heard through the walls. The camera pans to a corner of the locker room, where Lauren Stevenson, microphone in hand, stands beside the towering and intense Cage Eames. Cage, clad in a tattered leather jacket with taped fists, leans casually against the wall, his trademark scowl firmly in place. The flickering light above gives the moment a gritty, almost cinematic feel.Lauren Stevenson: [flashing a professional smile] "Ladies and gentlemen, I’m standing here with Cage Eames, and on Monday Night Ward, he’s stepping into the ring in what promises to be a brutal Hardcore Match against Grungie. Cage, this rivalry has been escalating for weeks now. What’s going through your mind as you prepare to take on someone as unpredictable as Grungie?"Cage Eames: [lets out a low, bitter chuckle and straightens up, running a hand through his wild hair] "Unpredictable? Yeah, that’s one way to put it, Lauren. Grungie’s not just unpredictable—he’s a loose cannon who doesn’t know when to quit. But here’s the thing... neither do I. See, Grungie wants to play in the mud, wants to swing chairs, toss trash cans, and bleed all over the place? He doesn’t realize he’s just invited me to my home turf." [smirks] "Hardcore isn’t a match for me—it’s a lifestyle."Lauren Stevenson: [nods, eyebrows raised slightly] "It’s no secret that hardcore matches are your specialty. But Grungie’s been known to push the envelope when it comes to brutality. Are you concerned about the lengths he’ll go to in order to win this match?"Cage Eames: [snorts, crossing his arms] "Concerned? Nah, concerned’s not the word. Amused, maybe. Grungie’s desperate—he’s trying to prove he’s the big, bad anarchist around here. But he’s stepping into my world now. He doesn’t get it, Lauren. I’ve been through wars that would make him curl up in a ball and cry for his momma. I’ve had thumbtacks in my back, kendo sticks to my skull, and I’m still standing. Grungie’s a punk who thinks chaos is a gimmick. Me? I live and breathe it."Lauren Stevenson: [tilting her head, pushing for more] "You sound confident, but Grungie’s not just about chaos—he’s smart. He knows how to use the environment to his advantage. What’s your strategy going into Monday Night Ward?"Cage Eames: [leans in closer, his voice lowering to a dangerous growl] "Strategy? My strategy’s simple, Lauren. I’m gonna take every chair, every table, every inch of that arena, and I’m gonna use it to remind Grungie why I’m the guy people warn you about. He wants to play games? I’ll make sure it’s a game he’ll never forget—'cause when it’s over, all he’s gonna remember is the sound of his skull hitting the mat and the look on my face when I put him down for good." [grins darkly] "Monday night, Grungie’s not just steppin’ into a hardcore match. He’s steppin’ into the deep end. And trust me, he ain’t ready to swim with a shark like me."Lauren Stevenson: [pausing for a moment, taking in Cage’s intensity] "Bold words, Cage. It sounds like you’re ready to make a statement on Monday Night Ward."Cage Eames: [shrugs nonchalantly] "Statement? Nah, Lauren, this ain’t about making statements. This is about survival. And when the dust settles, when the blood dries, everyone’s gonna see exactly why they call me the ‘Unbreakable Outlaw.’ Grungie might think he’s hardcore, but he ain’t never met a guy like me. Monday night, it’s game over."He glares into the camera for a moment, his expression cold and unyielding, before pushing off the wall and walking offscreen. Lauren, slightly taken aback but keeping her composure, turns back to the camera.Lauren Stevenson: [with a hint of a nervous smile] "Well, there you have it, folks. Cage Eames is ready for anything Grungie throws his way. It all goes down Monday Night on Ward. You don’t want to miss it."The camera fades to black as the crowd noise in the background swells.