{The scene fades in backstage at the Manchester Evening News Arena. John Taylor is looking out the window in his locker room. The sky is clear, and he takes in a deep breath.}

Taylor: Ah, the Dark Horizon has come, and gone, and now the Horizon is clean, pure, bright. What was needed to be done was done, who was needed to be taken out was taken out. That punk Fubu, sure he won three matches straight, but against who? Some no-names, Manic Depression, Jai Ray? And of course, "Fool Hand" Luke Laverne. So, those three clowns couldn't get the job done, so who better, than the Rebel for the Hell of it himself...Tate Troublesome!

Tate realised that the people he had invested in to take out the "Giantkiller" were not worthy of such a task, and Tate realised that only great men can carry out great tasks! Next on the agenda was T-Rex, the man who stole the Tag Team Title from Bad Influence, the Blackhearts, HKWF, and from the world. Who wants to see a dinosaur as a titlist?...NO-ONE!!! 

It was only fitting however, that when Rex got his cheap little victory, that he get it by cheating. I mean, here is sincere, about to win the match using Fair Play and honour, the only way he knows, and then Rex, the cheat that he is has to ruin it. T-Rex will get what he deserves; not the GZW Tag Team Title, not the GZW World Title, but the assassination of a lifetime! Whether it be from Sincere, Pain, Deacon, Pimp, Monarch, Tate himself, or even me, there is no way to dodge an incoming bullet!

But then, a bump in the road, known as Armpit decides to stick his ugly head in HKWF's business, Mr. Profit and Ms. Giovanni's business...my business! Pit learned at Dark Horizon just how dangerous we are, and he learned the hard way! Not with a folding chair, or a 2x4, but with the most deadly weapon of all...complete focus, and silence. 

I could talk about my match until Kingdom come, but I am not in the mood to gloat on my own personal gain, so I will congratulate Deacon Kane, who proved not only is he "The Future", but the "Present" as well. The Desert Snore tried his hardest, did all he could to try to match up with the Wicked One, but just like he, and all the other so called "Good Guys", he failed. Magic, you are nothing but a failure, just like you failed MY LightHeavyweight Title, you failed Deacon's World Title. The future is bright for HKWF, and the Bad Influence, don't wait...Accelerate Your Life!

{The scene quickly fades to black.}