blazin' up in a bad, bad way

turn da TV on, yo.

it's burnin' like a motherfucker on the West Coast. y'all heard? San D' all on fire, an' whatnot. half the county evacuatized, all the peoplez rolled out. not me. i'm keepin' it real...

Holdin' It Down.

for the streetz. for the hood. half my crew been burnt outta house and home. i been lucky, so far. all in the way the wind blows, ya heard? i ain't been able to get my ass anywhere near an EPW promotional crew to cut no promo, and i know Cassanova Stewart must be out his mind tryin' to hype this big match i got comin' up WITHOUT me cuttin' another classic promo.

but sometimes, da world get in the way. it rears it's real-ass head and reminds you it's there, reminds a brother that there more to it ... than just that corner you plant yourself on err'yday. somethin' more important than the 9-5 grind. more important than the hustle. you think you got all the answers. got it ALL figured out. but the world, da big picture, LIFE ... wants to REMIND you; You Ain't So Big. 'cause, ya see ... the world won't be denied.

kinda like me. The T - R - E.

it's all in the way the wind blows.

it blows on Sean Stevenz. it blows HARD on that punk. Triple X is just a punk on a corner, to me. and maybe *I* WANT THAT CORNER. fact is; i'mma take it. fact is; he thinks he has it all figured out. just 'cause he was able to take me down before ... bust my jaw, break my wrist, crack a few ribs, and cut me open ... just because he was capable before, he thinks he'll be capable NEXT time we meet?

Aggression 33, son. Steel Cage. weapons all around. the STREETZ to my advantage.

s'called the law of averages, Stevenz. i'm bound to regain da upper hand. bound and determinated to take you down and put you OUT. For good.

don't none of y'all fans worry 'bout Tre. i'mma make it through this fire. be ready for the next. ready as anyone can.

sure hope The School is aight. should probably do my civic duty, an' shit, and check in.

i'll holla.

Letting Down My TEAM

this is me; layin' it down.

my pager been blowin' up. inbox busted out. the Tre'niacs err'ywhere wanna hear it from me. i been waitin', bidin' my time for the right moment to break my silence.

true; Empire Pro Wrestling's Official, Honorary CAPTAIN ... blew it for his TEAM.

that's just Ice Tre. always on top. always keepin' it poppin'. always on point. always willing and ablefied to admit when he was wrong. humble to a motherfuckin' fault, yo.

shit, i just can't help it.

so i'm sayin' it. i was given the opportunity to run my game at the FOREFRONT of TEAM EPW. the opportunity to REPRESENT EPW.

They - and you, the fans - CHOSE me.

ME.

and i let 'em all down. i let YOU all down. i blame myself, and - TRUST ME when I say - i'll bounce back. b'lieve dat.

to Team NFW, namely Mike RANDALLS, Doctor Fragalistic, 'The Wulf' Mike RANDALLS, and 'Eastwood' Mike RANDALLS -- I will say this:

Man ... fuck y'all. y'all bitchez got mad lucky, G. no diggity.

no doubt.

best b'lieve that at the next Dupree Cup, EPW will be there. and you can best b'lieve that it will be I, K'ang of the Streetz -Ice Tre, that will lead them there.

makin' 'em say "uuuuunnnnnnnnnnngggghhhh!"