:::Fade up from black. We are once again in North Carolina, not in Raleigh, but rather on the coast, Atlantic Beach to be exact. Down the sandy beach we see sprawled out on lounge chair, Jake Douglas, wearing a UNC bathing suit, sunglasses to shade out the sun, and head phones on, bobbing his head to the beat. A few women in bikinis walk by, catching his attention, they walk past the camera, and as his eyes follow them he notices the camera. Taking off his head phones he stands up and approaches the camera.:::

Jake Douglas: So I see you have found me, relaxing, not worrying about Massacre. You don't see me all worked up, pacing around thinking of my "plans" or "intentions" for WildCard, no, I want some rest and relaxation. I don't need to go through all that, you know, getting all worked up for nothing when I am gonna kick his ass anyways, it's stressful and I don't want that on my back just days before the pay-per-view. Maybe that's where WildCard made his first mistake? Or maybe that's just his way. None the less, I am not too worried about the Iron Man match, even if it is with a so called "psycho".

Now tell me one thing, what the hell do little kids have to do with our match? You were sure as hell telling the truth, you did fall over the edge of the "Wild Side" a LOOOOOOONNNNGGGGG time ago, babbling on about pointless things like how kids don't have egos and what not. You see, you can keep your mind on little kids and talk about them all you want, hell you can invite them over for some fish-n-chips for all I care, but the fact is they play no role what so ever in our match. You don't see me going off talking about how innocent cats are or how playful puppies are for 3 minutes straight, no, because I simply don't care about things like that when there is a National title match on the horizon.

So Massacre is not about your National title strap...am I right? You have "proved" yourself, you think that everyone respects you, that everyone thinks you deserve it. Fine, go ahead and get cocky now...but not too cocky, because it might come back and bite you right on the ass. You see, if it's not about the title, what is it all about? It's not that you want another reason why you deserve the title, because we have already established how cocky you are. Is it beating me? Lets review a little here WildCard...if you don't respect me, if you think I have no skill, if you are unimpressed with me, then why would you want me so bad? If there was someone like that, I wouldn't even waste my time with him. But wait, I do know someone like that, YOU! But why do I want to win this match so bad? Isn't it obvious? Well it's around your waste, and I am sure it is getting pretty damn sick of being there.

Since when does calling myself flawless automatically make me out as trying to be like Brian Adams? No, maybe I will just give more meaning to the name. Now I am not one to steal, so if you want to call me that you can, but I ain't gonna go runnin around with that nickname. If I wanted to "pretend" I was Brian Adams, I would do just like you said, lose in the title match. But I am not Brian Adams am I? No, I am the Pinnacle of Perfection, the man who will walk out of Memorial Day Massacre the NEW National Champion, and I will bring some prestige back to the strap. And you know what WildCard, you are going to end up driving me over the edge with your obsession with my drinking. I'll make sure I never drink in a promo directed at you again, cause I don't feel like hearing all those "do not drink" speeches. I am not an alcoholic, a couple beers every now and then never hurt anybody. We've all had a few tastes in our lives, except for designated WildCard, that's another story.

You have the nerve to question the cerebral equipment of such people as myself and others here in the CWF, when you are the crazy one. WildCard, take an IQ test, I wouldn't be suprised if you barely scored higher than that of a jar of mayonnaise. Take this into consideration, maybe your the one who doesn't understand us. If you can't take in what we are saying then thats your problem, because I see you have a habit of not understanding what I say. All you do is take something that was once pure, and twist it all around. I guess since your head is full of cob webs the things I say just goes in one ear and goes out the other. Since when does a guy, who is married, namely me, who picks on people who he thinks is gay, become gay himself for making the cracks? Yeah, I questioned your manhood, you made it clear that wrestling comes before women, but calling me gay for it? Sorry that I have a women and you don't, I guess women are more attracted to young, SANE, nearly perfect studs, with enhanced Cerebral Equipment. So in short, I will simply take all your jealousy, your stress and frustration and your anger, and take advantage of it all and show you how a real match should be wrestled. I'm out.

:::Jake walks back over to the lounge chair, puts back on his head phones and the camera fades to black...:::