We last saw The Beast a week ago on February 21st. He handily defeated Adam Grace via submission on the most recent episode of Eruption. A guillotine choke to be exact. First time we had seen him resort to such a maneuver in WLCW. We've seen multiple tweets from The Beast, a man known to rarely even dabble in the social media cesspool. Also, he was completely absent from the first ever WLCW event held in Canada. He's a citizen and resident of the country for crying out loud. He couldn't make it to Vancouver for the event... or what? The loss in the number one contender match isn't bothering him that much.... Is it? Maybe it is. He cost himself a likely shot at the world title by getting arrogant and not going for the pinfall when he had victory in sight.  One devastating F5 is enough to put any man down. Why the need for more? Maybe that explains why he resorted to the submission maneuver. Is this just a sign that The Beast is transforming? Combining his past training in the octagon with his now training in WLCW? Let's hope so. Or for poor souls like Atticus Cogar.... Let's not hope so? I guess.... Saratoga Springs, Utah -03-01-2022- We're inside the Lesnar house. Kudos to the interior decorator as the entire inside has transformed into one of the most comfortable and soothing homes you will ever find. Each picture and accent is placed perfectly to give the home an amazing feel. The living room is oversized..... Scratch that. For a normal sized human being, the living room is oversized. For Brock Lesnar though, it's perfect. We see him sitting at a large sectional. He's got a notepad rested on his knee as he jots something down with the pen in his right hand. He reaches towards the coffee table and grabs his laptop. BROCK LESNAR: I guess now is a good of time as any. He opens up the laptop and starts opening a few programs. After a few minutes, his face pops up on the screen and we figure out that he is recording himself. He adjusts the go pro camera that is attached to the laptop, centering himself in the picture before speaking. BROCK LESNAR: Hey everybody! It's me, Brock Lesnar. He clears his throat and takes a drink of water before explaining what this is all about. BROCK LESNAR: I've been getting a lot of texts and phone calls from people I've worked with over the years. Expressing concern that I'm not fully invested in WLCW. I don't care about it. It's not something that I'm taking seriously. With what transpired at the PPV, he doesn't have a lot of room to argue. BROCK LESNAR: I get it. They all saw what happened at Ascension. Even saying those words makes him cringe. His face turns a slight shade of pink, his heart begins racing a bit. BROCK LESNAR: I got a little too big for my britches. I'll be the first to admit it. I tried to make a statement and all I got in return was defeat. I lost an opportunity at the world heavyweight title. I'll never be able to get that opportunity back. That's on me. He points to his own chest. BROCK LESNAR: I mean, come on.... I should know better. He takes a deep breath and sighs. BROCK LESNAR: I do know better. It's clear that Brock is having a hard time accepting it. BROCK LESNAR: You know what else I know?? That will never happen again. His wife walks into the living room with two glasses of champagne, one in each hand. RENA LESNAR: Honey, it's almost midnight. Who are you skyping with? She reaches him and hands him one of the glasses of champagne. BROCK LESNAR: I'm trying to post a video on this WLCW youtube channel.  RENA LESNAR: How fun! BROCK LESNAR: Okay. If you say so. He looks down at the keyboard and then at his face on the computer screen. BROCK LESNAR: You know how much I hate these damn computers. Add in all these tweets and instagram posts. All this social media crap is going to tick me off! She sips on her champagne before trying to settle him down a bit. RENA LESNAR: You know that's not required, right? It's not part of your contract. Not much is ever required of The Beast. A company just getting him to show up for their events is enormously profitable by itself alone.. RENA LESNAR: You just show up and do what you've always done. Win. That's why you're struggling right now. You're stuck in a rut, honey. You're worried about things you've got no business worrying about. I mean, do I have to bring back up the whole Batista thing? He tilts his head a bit and looks over at her. Those words sink in. Deep. RENA LESNAR: Take a step back and look at yourself in the mirror. Ask yourself that all important question...... What am I here for? BROCK LESNAR: As in this company?....  It's to be the World Heavyweight Champion. Nothing less will do. There's not anybody on the roster that's better than me. Nobody has the resume that I've compiled in this business. Not even close. Every one of my losses thus far has been my own fault. I blame them all on myself. I lost them. My opponents didn't win. I gave them those victories. RENA LESNAR: See, you already know what you need to correct. In his head, the corrections have already been made. It's all about  following through at this point. BROCK LESNAR: But, that will not be the case with my new found friend Atticus. No. Atticus has quickly become one of my most liked members of the roster.... seriously, this guy is someone I could see myself hanging out with. Drinking a few beers at the local town bar. Playing some pool. Moose hunting. Riding a couple Harleys down the Vegas strip. Having a good ol' time! He motions like he is revving up a motorcycle. BROCK LESNAR: Yeah, not even I can play that off. A half smile on his face lets us know he's loosening up a bit. BROCK LESNAR: Plus, I'm not gonna be seen anywhere close to this guy. Not unless it's inside the ring. That's it. Period. Dude is a freak. Guys like him and guys like me just don't get along. It's true. BROCK LESNAR: Atticus. You've already committed yourself to your own demise. I don't care what you think is going to happen on Saturday. I'm here to tell you that it's going to end up becoming your worst nightmare. Suplex City is awaiting it's next visitor. Ready with the grandest of celebrations! Streamers, balloons, maybe even a few clowns and a special little pony, just for you... All kinds of fun stuff! By this time, Rena and Brock have both finished their glasses of wine. Rena gets up and walks off with both of the glasses in her hands. BROCK LESNAR: Oh and the whole, you know..... multiple bone jarring suplexes. And I mean Multiple. Which of course you will be receiving. No big deal though, right? You're ready to bleed and go down like a warrior! Ready to take the beating of a lifetime. That's good. I'm glad your willing to have it that way. Because, not only did you provoke all of this to begin with... you also willingly accept that I'm going to deliver a beating so severe, that on a scale of one to ten... it would come in at a strong.... and I mean STRONG twelve. Similar to Brock's confidence level at this point as well.. BROCK LESNAR: It can be a demoralizing start to the end of your time in this business. A reminder that you're just a little too overmatched against the top tier talent. Especially THE top tier like myself.  Or it can be a lesson that you use to keep grinding. Take it on the chin and move on. Don't give up. That choice is up to you. He motions both his hands back and forth like they are a balance beam. BROCK LESNAR: Either way, in the end.... There's gonna come a time when you are going to ask yourself what in the hell you were thinking. Seriously..... WHAT IN THE HELL? What had actually got into that head of yours that made you think that you stood some sort of chance against me.... Brock Lesnar... The Beast... The very absolute best that this company has to offer!? He's serious. It doesn't make sense to him. BROCK LESNAR: I don't get it. You're not even close to being on my level, Atticus. You're way down here. He points down towards the ground. BROCK LESNAR: I'm way up here. He mocks Atticus, looking down again. BROCK LESNAR: Hey down there! How ya' doing? You're just hanging out down there with guys like Matt Cardona and Dave Batista. Down there with the rest of the scum that washed up on the WLCW shore here in the last few weeks. He's done. He closes his laptop which ends the feed. We slowly fade out with one last shot of Brock as he stands up.