Lord Byron is on his knees, muttering expletives to himself as he spies the red-gloved rookie Creed who remains at ringside. Byron moves to his feet and motions for Creed to gewt in the ring, motions for Creed to brring it on!] TD: We're gonna see it, Steve Roberts! These two men's hatred for each other has finally boiled over... and we are gonna see them go at it right now! [From the back, Mad Dog Watkins sprints to the ring to a roar from the crowd. As Creed hits the ring, so does Watkins... and the Dog holds Creed in place, whispering in his ear... as the still clearly furious red-gloved rookie grabs a mic...] CREED: You like that?! You like that, Byron? I don't care nothin' 'bout no damn winning streak... don't even care 'bout my knee... but you took my shot, Byron! You took my shot at the title... you took the only thing that I care about in this world, Byron! And there ain't no one or nothing that gonna keep me from kicking your ass! [Creed scrambles toward Byron, who has gotten to his feet and grabbed a microphone of his own. Watkins grabs his young protege, almost superhumanly lifting him off his feet and carrying backward a few paces. Watkins speaks sternly to Creed... then releases the hold as Byron begins to speak.] LB: Your shot at the title, Creed? Your shot? You've had your chance, rookie, and it's long gone! Against Casey James, you threw it away, against my good self, you threw it away! When will you learn, rookie, you aren't ever going to take the gold home to momma! [Byron sneers] You can't even win a match on your own any more! I was doing you a favour here tonight, rookie... I spared you the pain and embarrasment of being torn apart by any number of much worthier athletes at Coronation Clash! But you... you cost me the chance of making history here tonight, pup, and that's going to be your doom! CREED: You know something, Byron... I am goddamn sick of your attitude. I am sick of your act... I am sick of some part-timer walkin' 'round here saying he's the "best wrestler alive"... when everybody in this arena know that I could take your strap any damn time I wanted to! [The Cleveland fans now pop wildly..and an enormous "Pay - Back! Pay - Back! Pay - Back!" chant rises in the arena.] Hey... hey, you know what? I do want to take your strap. And I want to take it in two weeks -- at Coronation Clash! LB: [Byron snarls] Part-timer? PART-TIMER?! I've accomplished more in this federation than you could ever possibly dream of! You want another shot at this, rookie? [Byron holds up the IC title] You want me to finish your career for good this time? You want to take another humiliation from the best technical wrestler alive? [Byron snorts in disdain] Get back to the end of the queue with the likes of Duncan Macbeth, rookie. You've had your chance of glory, and you threw it away. If you could beat me, you'd have the gold already! No, rookie, you don't deserve a second more of my time, let alone a shot at the gold! [Byron sneers as Creed is again restrained by Watkins .. and then pauses, brushing his hair back with an arrogant smirk.] LB: No... no, wait there one second, pup... how bad do you want this shot? How far are you prepared to go? [Byron sneers again] Alright, rookie, you've got your shot at Coronation Clash. Your last shot! You see, rookie, this time, I'm dictating to you! And when you lose... when you throw it away again... I don't want to ever have to hear your mongrel whining voice again! [Heel pop as Byron's smirk broadens] That's right, Creed, when I humble you for the second time in front of all of your devoted fans... you will never get another shot at the gold here in the IIWF... of any kind! Do you understand me, rookie? Do you want to do this? Have you got the guts to do this? [The crowd buzzes expectantly as MDW whispers something to the red-gloved rookie.] CREED: Tell you what, Champ. Let's you and me go one better... you wanna play for real stakes, Champ? You wanna put it all out on the line? I got three words for you, Lord Byron... I got three words... LOSER LEAVES TOWN!! [The fans go apoplectic... a resounding roar giving way to dead silence as the crowd waits for Byron's response... Byron glares at Creed for a second, then he snaps...] LB: Oh, that suits me just fine, rookie. That suits me just fine. If you want to throw your career away, I have no problem with it. [Byron sneers] Come Coronation Clash, rookie, I'm going to shatter three things: Your dreams, your knee, and finally, your career! You've just sealed your fate. You're finished, rookie. Do you understand me? FINISHED! [Creed and Byron drop the microphones and go nose-to-nose... the two men jawing at each other as the volume of the "Pay - Back! Pay - Back!" chant is now literally shaking the support stantions in the Arena. Watkins grabs Creed and leads him away from the ring, eventually to be followed by Byron as the roar continues.] TD: A stunning... an absolutely stunning turn of events here in Cleveland. One of the biggest bombshell announcements in the history of the IIWF... it appears that, at Coronation Clash, Creed and Lord Byron will meet for the third time... in a Loser Leaves Town match! Absolute bombshell SR: Hah! Hah, Hah! I love it, Dross! Forget all the bad things I ever said about Coronation Clash... because on July 12, we are gonna see the greatest wrestler alive retire that overrated punk Creed! What a great night!