What to do, what to do. One on hand, I could sit back, laugh and the stupid comments I continue to get from that IDIOT NE Exisitance, or I could do something about it. Hell, I'm totally bored, it's 3am, and I've been training all day, so I guess it's time to talk to the kids. NE Existance, I didn't steal your material, I didn't copy it, I took some dumbass skit that came out of that little un-used corner of your mind, and I made it better, and actually funny! Damn I'm surprised you can even walk you're such a lame-ass retard!

Didn't claim this match was easy? Yeah fucking right! And I am the next presidential candidate for the democratic party. In other words, bullshit. I'm a republican. You act like I fucking care that you were in the army. I couldn't care less if I was paid! I don't think you're insane, I know you're a complete imbescile. You are what normal people like to call a waste of precious oxygen that other people could be breathing.

Also, get a finisher that is actually possible. No human being could ever do a 450 powerbomb from top rope height, without severly injuring themself, and crippling or killing their opponent. Do you get it? I don't care what you think is a 450 powerbomb, but what I think of when you say that, is a complete flip, then a quater of a flip, while holding someone in powerbomb position. No, not possible. Hayabusa, the inventor of the 450 splash, couldn't do that. Rey fucking Mysterio, the smallest crusierweight I've ever seen, could not do that. IT's physically impossible, so I suggest you stop dreaming.

Pot calling the kettle black! You said I'M a retard? Have you look in a fucking mirror? You say I picked this fight because I THOUGHT I could win? I picked this fight because I needed some training before my submissions match with AOD next week. I don't need to know anything about you, I don't care. Your history, your previous accolmplishments, they mean shit, when you step in the ring, and you get your ass handed to you, courtesy of the New Masterpiece. I am the big and mighty Prez of ICW, don't you forget it. I can beat anyone, I do have it all, I AM The Smooth Criminal, and I WILL Demolish anyone I choose too. You are the scared little boy, and I can see your eye color changing brown.

Basically, I'm tired of talking. You've just pissed me off to the point I'm gonna walk out there, dissect you, eliminate, then have a wrestling match with your partner. Take your lesson 1, read it. You SERIOUSLY need to read and re-read that one. Take your lesson 2, shove it up your punk ass, because I don't need to watch my back, if you're not going to bring in any friends, and I don't plan on having any help. If my own brother tried to help me, I'd kick his ass because I don't need his or anyone's help to kick your ass. Lesson 3, let me keep that one so I can laugh at it. You think it takes balls to call someone lazy? Yeah, it sure does take balls to call someone an insult that doesn't even hurt them. I doubt you even know what a testicle looks like, considering you've never had any. Well I hope you do grow a set for our match on Wednesday. I don't need to prepare for the ride of my life, but YOU need to prepare for the Ride of Your Life. You also need to prepare the Down Poison, the Intoxication, the Faultline, The Solitaire Unraveling, the Cool Crunch, and the One Step Closer. Hell, I might as well shut up, there's nothing you can do to prepare when you are about to behold a living work of art. The New Masterpiece. Your PPV match is just gonna be that bad, because you are THAT big of a loser. But I'm not telling you anything, that you don't already know. Joe presses the stop button, and sets the tape down laughing....as the scene fades.