Taylor sits across from hardened wrestling personality Paul "The Professional" Terry in a designated media room of the GZW2K1 Coliseum.  The walls are plastered with various GZW posters and other artwork, with a massive Fallout: Return To Glory one, featuring both Magic and Nathan Williams, being most prominent.  In keeping with recent public appearances, Taylor is almost well dressed.  The one-time Light Heavyweight Champion sports a black dress shirt, buttoned down to the chest with the sleeves rolled up and a pair of slightly worn black jeans tucked into his black combat boots.  Terry is wearing a black GZW promotional shirt with a pair of tight-fitting blue jeans.

"Hello there, wrestling fans.  I'm Paul "The Professional" Terry, and I sit here tonight alongside the official number one contender for Pimp Bizkit's World Heavyweight Championship, "The Lone Gunman", John Taylor.  It's always a pleasure, John, thanks for joining me."

"Don't mention it.  I've got a lot to get off my chest anyway."

"That's what I like to hear...  You were a part of the massive Contest Of Champions Battle Royale last night, John.  Have you anything to say in regards to the match and your subsequent elimination at the hands of former HKWF World Heavyweight Champion Brian Sabre?"

"It was disappointing, to say the least.  On the proverbial bright side, I outlasted the World Heavyweight Champion.  In addition to that, I was eliminated not by some confused carbon copy of Maxx Pain, but by a world class athlete and world class champion in Brian Sabre.  Of course, in an ideal world, I would never have been eliminated, but the circumstances could have been a lot worse.  However...  Winning was never necessary for me.  I'm already the number one contender...  Last night was a night for midcarders, part-timers and old-timers to shine.  Last night gave people like Kid X and Kaine a big enough taste of the big time to ensure they sign away another few years of their lives to serve faithfully in the nether regions of the undercard..."

Taylor strokes rapidly at his neat goatee.

"For me, however, last night served only as a stopgap between two points.  Sooner or later, Pimp is going to have to put his title on the line against me.  That's an inevitability.  All last night did to further that was to highlight the supposed champion's incompetence as well as to mark yet another show on which he refuses to actually defend the belt whatsoever.  Right now, Pimp has three people in myself, Tonya Glory and James Tanner, each of whom has a legitimate claim to a shot at his belt.  In spite of this, however, Pimp has yet to defend it against any of us.  Furthermore, he takes it upon himself day in and day out to claim to be dominant, excellent, great...  Prove it, Pimp.  Lay the belt on the line and prove it."

"Prior to last night's Battle Royale, you and James "Monarch" Corbin had quite the altercation in the ring.  Some have criticized you, labelled you naive for not anticipating a Heretic attack.  Have you anything to say in that regard?"

Taylor's cold eyes narrow for a moment as he massages his temples with his right hand.

"Naive?  I did the most sensible thing that I could've done last night.  Monarch wanted me to challenge him, and I did just that..."

Terry reluctantly interrupts.

"But the Heretics-"

"But the Heretics nothing, Paul.  Monarch doubted that I had it in me to stand up and lay down the challenge.  I proved him otherwise.  Tytan and Sharpe got their cheap sneak attack in...  So what?  At the end of the day, those two men are doomed to lurk in the shadows of Monarch, T-Rex and Pimp for the foreseeable future.   I, on the other hand, am looking to use the status of those three men for my own personal gain.  Half the war with Pimp is already though.  What better a next step  than coming out and challenging the baddest of them all in Monarch?"

"I can see your reasoning, I suppose.  Moving on, what are your thoughts on the returns of past superstars Kid Kaos, Zachary and Justin Sharp and Paul Spartan?"

"Not one of those men was active in this company at the time of my departure in late 2001.  Spartan had left months ago.  Justin was still competing on the indies.  Kid Kaos and Zachary were still in diapers at that stage..."

"You and Justin have followed a similar path in your GZW careers in that you were both, at different times, on top of the Light Heavyweight Division.  On top of that, you both worked some Indy shows together back in the Fall of 2001...  Do you feel there is a mutual respect there?"

"Yes and no.  Obviously, we respect each other's in-ring work, but I think it stops there.  Justin has made a point of highlighting his distaste for my wanting to be the proverbial Lone Gunman, keeping to myself and avoiding making any long-term ties in the business.  In fact, the young Canadian has no hesitation in going as far as calling the Lone Gunman pathetic..."

Taylor strokes the rough hairs on his chin for a moment, a wide smile gradually forming.

"How fitting.  Justin, this is how I am.  This is how I've always been.  It's a strategy that has worked reasonably well to date, and I see no logical reason to throw in the proverbial towel just yet.  But what about you, Justin?  The man that was once the poster boy of every indy promotion from Dead Cell Wrestling to the XFWF.  When did you change, Justin?  The whole fan favourite thing just stopped working for you?  You were the proud spokesperson for a generation of morons.  You spoke out against the evils of men such as myself and a pre-Career Killer Maxx Pain.  You valiantly tried to defend your XFWF World Heavyweight Championship until the fans stopped caring...  You fell victim to the Silencer and were dethroned.  The title?  Worthless.  Meaningless.  A placeholder in my trophy room for the GZW2K1 World Heavyweight Championship.  The win, however?  Priceless.  Was it my defeating you that corrupted the mind of the young Canadian warrior?  Perhaps.  Unfortunately, I doubt you'll ever honestly say. But It wasn't until months later, well after I had left, that you resurfaced and began to ply your trade in this company...  Competing in the division that I carried for months...  You used all of your new found cockiness, your new found arrogance in challenging Deacon Kane right off the bat.  We all know how that turned out.  But what about Pride?  Justin Sharp, teaming with a man in Maxx Pain that had once been a sworn enemy, if only on principle.  What happened, Justin?  I don't know.  For the sake of your image, it's probably best that you don't tell me.  But I suggest you take a long look in the mirror before you judge me..."

"...And as for Zachary, Spartan and Kid Kaos?"

Taylor sighs, and runs an awkward right hand back through his slicked hair.

"These three have all sorts of history and ties interlinking to each other...  I don't care for any of that.  My ultimate goal today is to capture the World Heavyweight Championship and to be recognised as the best in the world.  Obviously, that cannot be done without beating everybody that there is to beat.  Zac, Spartan and Kaos just happen to be the occupants of three of the very top spaces on that list.  Sooner or later, I'll cross paths with all three.  I'll be waiting..."

"Thanks, John...  This is great.  To wrap up, can I get your thoughts on a man who's been making some major waves as of late, that being the "Dark Angel", Seven..."

"Major waves?"

"Well, yeah - He eliminated Pimp from-"

Taylor slowly raises his right hand, as if to politely tell The Professional to quiet down.

"Seven has not made major waves.  Seven is simply a sub par athlete employed only for his size.  At the time of the restart, there was a distinct lack of big men on the GZW roster.  When at one time you had Deacon Kane, Nathan "T-Rex" Williams, Maxx Pain and to a lesser extent James "GoldenEye" Hallbrook and company, you were now looking at a roster comprised mostly of smaller, more technically gifted competitors.  However, there has always been a market for the big man, the powerhouse...  The answer?  Call up AHW's biggest guy.  All of a sudden, you've got commercials hyping Seven to be the second coming of Christ, and the greatest GZW World Heavyweight Champion ever.  In reality, he's an overgrown buffoon trying to fill too many pairs of boots for his own ability.  His time is limited."

"That'll do it, John...  Thanks a lot."

"Not a problem, Paul."

The two shake hands.