{The scene fades in, at a pub near the Manchester Evening News Arena. The smoky area is filled with drunks, football supporters, and several GZW Wrestlers. Ass Clown and the Happy Sumo are playing a game of slaps, while we see the Lone Gunman, John Taylor sat in a corner on his own. He has his head low, and he is drinking vodka, straight from the bottle. His Light Weight Championship is visible at his table, and his leather trenchcoat is folded beside him. The camera zooms in as HKWF's hitman looks up.}

Taylor: What is this? A desperate efforts to get the "words of the Gunman"? Well nobody is getting a thing from me, except Pitfighter will recieve a beating that he, his little kid friend, and that freaky "girl" he keeps bumping into will feel for a long time!

Armpit, you were made short work of by that guy Shadow, or Eclip, or whatever he calls himself in the battle royal. That was it, a few weak moves and no more Pitfighter, you went plunging into a Deathpitt, just as you will at Dark Horizon. You are no match for me Armpit, no match whatsoever! They can call Pitfighter vs. John Taylor, a matchup...a match...a battle...they can call it whatever the hell they want, because they don't count.

The "fans", or "they", whatever we are calling these obese, obsessive, depressed people that show up at GZW shows, to watch their little matches. But Pitfighter vs. Lone Gunman will NOT be a match, it will be an ASSASSINATION!

Now, Travesty, the Hitman did take a fall. But just like greatness, he bounced back up, and seized the oppurtunity to silence the "Desert Snore". But that's not all I did in the match was it? No, not only did the man himself, Deacon help me eliminate both of those Haire people, but I did Monarch a favor,  I let our HKWF Heavyweight Champion take a rest, by disposing of his rival, the so called "Entertainment Franchise", the "Careermaker" Nathaniel Davis. 

Now come on! I mean "Careermaker"? What is that, a sports slogan? This Davis, for a long time a tool to Tate Edmonson and GZW, Logan Hernandez and EWO, is just another person afraid to shed his thick skin, to come out of his shell, to show the real him. You see, HKWF isn't about fancy nicknames Mr. Careermaker, sure, we pick them up along the way, but we are about the person inside, behind the facepaint, the real wrestler. After all, HKWF is Real Wrestling! Davis, you can go on "Entertaining", but I am not an entertainer, I have one specific calling in life, that is to wrestle. 

When I wrestle, I give the crowd more than they deserve from the petty cash they pay, but Davis, do you think I do it for them? NO, I do it for me, I do it for John Profit, I do it for HKWF. I could care less if there are 50,000 screaming fans, 100,000 screaming fans, or complete silence, its the same story, the Hitman will strike abruptly, and without warning!

And as for the new Tag Team Champions...what a joke! Come on, the brilliant, cunning, real Sincere, forced to team with this box of rocks T-Rex. Rex, I don't care if you were a past GZW Champion, a past GZW 2 Time Champion, whatever, this is not the past T-Rex! This is the present, the era of the Dinosaurs is well past Rex, the time for a new dominant breed is now, this breed, faster, more skilled than the Dinosaur, more intelligent that the Dinosaur, and a heck of a lot more dangerous! This new breed is a one of a kind, a lone star, the "Lone Gunman"!!! T-Rex, talk about your past all you want, but the inevitability is just so blatantly obvious, the title that was once yours T-Rex will no longer be held back in the same league as low class athletes as you and Magic, but up with the real wrestlers, the real superstars, the real GZW!

Not a bunch of chameleons like yourself, changing your skin to whatever color you are ordered, turning quicker than before, but real athletes like Sincere, Deacon Kane, Monarch, and John Taylor!!

I may have been elimenated by the Firefly, but Sho Murakame knows in his burning  heart that I can claim a real victory over the Fairplay Enforcer, and he knows that his little elimination of the Gunman was not a real victory, but Firefly, claim your little win all you want, but when the Firefly and the Hitman cross paths again on this never ending road, an assassination will take place, and until then I am waiting!

{Taylor grabs his stuff, and exits the pub as the scene fades out.}