We see a siloette standing on top of a skyscraper in Boston, MA. This figure seems to be glistening in the sun... But as we zoom in, we notice that the glistening is only coming from the three golden belts on her being, and we finally understand that we're obseving the sunset with Riona Langly. On her shoulders sit the UWA International Championship and the ACW Tempest Championship, with the PCW World's Heavyweight Championship wrapped around her waist. The girl is also draped in a black leather jacket, which is billowing slightly behind her, with her normal attire of a hockey jersey and jeans underneath it. She smiles at the camera and then goes back to looking at the sunset.

Riona: Didn't I tell you that my victory was inevitable? That nothing can stop Riona Langly except for a stupid blonde bitch and her sneak-attacks... More gold, more gold, more gold for the girl that everyone said would never make it in wrestling. Damnit, this is starting to get annoying... I mean, you have no fsking idea how hard it is to make it through airport security with 40 pounds of gold in my bag. Meh, I suppose the 3 hour wait at security is worth the noterity that I'm getting by holding all that you see on me today. Yes, even the jacket, as my champion's bonus paid for this. But, enough of bragging, because, honestly, why should I talk about how great I am when any ordinary Joe off the street can just look at me and see how great I am. No, I want to talk about some things on my mind, before getting to Chris Chimaira... and honestly, after facing the guy three matches in a row, I could insult Chris while sleeping.

Riona smirks and motions as if she was asleep, while muttering things like "You suck...", and "Lapdog..." She then "snaps" out of it and grins.

Riona: First of all, I'd like to congradulate you Jacob on your World Title victory... I mean, sure, you can't beat me in a one on one match, but hey, you can beat Alexis Sykes... No, wait, you can't, because what happened to the ACW World Championship at RTM was a fucking joke, and only serves to prove why what's around my waist is so much better than the ACW World Championship... Anyway, if you had actually fought, then you would have won. I mean, I personally think your wrestling ability blows donkey nuts, but honestly, anyone could beat Alexis Sykes in World Title matches. I mean, her HiC reign was a complete joke, as she was HANDED the title and then lost it in her only defense as champion... God, that's just pathetic. Anyway, Jacob, I'd like to say you're "super awesome" and all that happy crap, but honestly, you know me better. No, I'd be much more content telling you that like I said, no matter what that title says, you're nothing but the aWe World Champion... It's only after you've won what's on my waist that you truely represent all of ACW's rich history. But, don't count on winning this any time soon... Remember, fans like those below me can kiss my ass. They don't deserve to see Protean and Riona Langly in a Unification Match... Oh fucking well, enjoy the aWe Championship, and then when you wonder why you don't get the respect that you should... Just remember to thank the fans. Thank them for fucking you over my friend.

Riona pats the PCW World's Championship a few times and then frowns a bit as she hefts the ACW Tempest Championship.

Riona: As far as this title, glittering in the sun like it does, I have to say I took a beating... Oh, were you thinking I was talking about Chris Chimaira and Grigs Larr? No, I was talking about the walking Time Vortex known as Cliff "Young." Y'know Cliff, your name is probably the greatest little irony in wrestling today. I'm sorry for being blatently obvious, but how in the hell can anyone as old as dirt like you be considered "Young?" It would be like calling Lisa Lorenzo "The Picture of Purity" or Chris Chimaira "Interesting." Regardless of the fact that you wrestled against cavemen, I would give you credit for an impressive return... if you had done something impressive. All the fuck you did was attack 3 people that had been fighting thier asses off, and manage to hit your finishers on us. Oooh, how scary, a guy right from The Home throwing around a tired reverend, a tired personality void, and a tired champion... Gee, I'm quaking in my boots Cliff. Is the big scary man gonna take my title? Bah... Mr. Geritol, if I were you, I'd use that device known as a VCR... No, it's not going to eat your soul... And I'd put in one of those videotape devices, and I'd watch them. Yes, hasn't technology improved since 1776? Anyway, I'd watch those tapes if I were you, and I'd make sure that if you ever wanted to take whats on my shoulder, that you study them long and hard, or else you'll just become an old, cracked speedbump on the Highway of Highlights.

Riona grins and shakes her head a bit, a few chuckles coming out of her mouth.

Riona: Of course, Cliff, if you want a shot at the ACW Tempest Championship, you'd have to hope that I somehow manage to lose to Chris Chi...zzzzzzzzzzzz...

The Prodigy tilts her head backwards and looks like she's gonna fall over before she snaps her head back up.

Riona: Whoops, I'm sorry, I fell asleep thinking of Chris Chimaira again. I'll say one thing... well, actually, I'm gonna say many things about him, but the first thing I say about him is that this 3 match series, regardless of all the stress over Kensuke's passing away, has given me the best nights of sleep I've had in my 5 years in this business. All I have to do is imagine you speaking and WHAM, I'm knocked out for at least 8 hours. I'll never use Sleep-Aide again... Oh, you didn't think that was very nice of me after you spoke of me in such glowering terms. Well, I'm just talking about your actual promo... You've got this certain voice...

Riona stiffens up and looks as though a stick has been shoved right up her ass... As she speaks, it's very monotone.

Riona: I'm going to win because I've applied myself, and because I've applied myself, there's nothing you can do to defeat me, and the only way to defeat me would be if I didn't apply myself, but because I did there is no way you could ever defeat me. You beat me before, but I will win again, because despite the fact that I'm nothing but a leech on other people's heat, I'm the best ever. Did you know I once beat someone important in some fed 15 years ago? No, but I'll tell you about it for the next 6 hours!

Riona loosens up and laughs at her own bad acting...

Riona: I think if they hired Willy Shatner to play you in a movie, he'd be more expressive. Well, maybe not more expressive, but about 10,000 times more entertaining. I'm sorry Chris, but it has to be said... you're as dull as a rock man, and I guess that's why you leech off of others. If you tried to go solo, you'd certainly bring the wrestling world to it's knees... Because gravity would take over and bring it's sleeping body to the floor. You need others to give the illusion that you're interesting... But, regardless of the fact that you're nothing but a heat-sucking Vampire, I will admit you're fun to wrestle.

A small smile escapes Riona's lips.

Riona: As I've said before, I have the most fun when I'm trading holds with someone that can actually wrestle. Sure, it's fun to cut a spot-monkey off at the knees and it's a blast making 300 pound muscle piles tap out and cry like the little bitches they are... But, I get the greatest joy out of my career when I'm trading wristlocks and sleeperholds with someone that can keep up and actually knows what the fuck they are doing inside of the ring. Chris, I respect your wrestling ability, you know that very well by this point. But, honestly man, I don't respect you. It all stems from the fact that you look at nothing but your past sucesses. You're like Ol' Ironsides himself actually... You only see what's behind you, the glory that you're constantly trying to regain... and it doesn't work. No, you're digging your career deeper in shit...

More motions from The Prodigy, as she mimics a shoveler...

Riona: See, your biggest problem Chris is that you really ar Count Heat-ula. You're like a locust... you move from stable to stable, sucking the heat out of like a sponge before making another turn and joining another stable to suck from. I mean, Chris, you've been in more stables since I debuted in HiC than anyone I can remember in such a span. Strader Syndicate, Final Chapter, Chaos Factor... It's pathetic man... How many stables have I been in? 1, and that wasn't even my idea. I work alone, except with Frost, which is most of the time, and I don't seem to have problems like you do.

Riona: I'm sorry man, for all that training you've done over the last week won't mean anything. You were right when you said that I was the better wrestler at RtM... however, I'm more than just the best wrestler at Roads to Madness... I'm more than just the best wrestler to ever hold the Tempest Championship... I'm more than the best wrestler in ACW. No Chris, I'm the greatest artist on earth, and this canvas is... well... uhhhhh... my canvas. I make art in this ring, and you're my latest subject. Don't worry about it Count though, I'll make sure to paint this little story as far away from mirrors as I can, so you will actually be able to see your cries of pain and shame as you tap out to The Prodigy. But, don't feel ashamed... with every tap out, the Riona Langly Fan Club gains another member or 10, and you Chris, leave with this wonderful parting gift: I'm better than you and there's nothing you can do about it... You won't have the Good Reverend to save your reputation this time. All you'll have to blame is yourself, and I sincerely hope for the fans that you don't decide to explain why you lost over a 10 hour period. I think that would cause Earth to make like the Mexicans and sleep...

Riona looks to fall backwards again, but doesn't...

Riona: Whoops, sorry 'bout that Chris. Anyway, there's nothing more I can say about you... Well, nothing I can say that will make me any less tired when you speak. 'Ell, it took me 4 times watching that tape to actually piece it alltogether. Anyway, I hope your attention's on me, or else that title will stay in my arms and you'll just be made to look lke a fskuck fool... Well, even more of a fool than you already are. You want to take this title from me? Go ahead, try and do it Old Man... because I'll flat out tell you that you're still nothing but a detour on the Path of Greatness... and for your sake, my sake, and the sake of those watching... you better make this interesting. My eyes are telling me you won't, but I'd make sure you were prepared... Chris, in the eyes of this beholder, you've got a choice to make, and Matt Dadmon neefs to die. There's a train coming soomn... so I'd suggest you leave right now and catch the next train out of here... because there's supposed to be a fire tonight, and that fire, is the career of Chris Chimaira as he crashes and burns... The only way to save this from being your fate, is to...

Riona: Chris, I don't care that you and Grigs want to kill each other. Be bloody, barbaric, and horrific for all I care, becuase while you have your war, I'll become the ACW Tempest Champion, and add another championship to my shoulders... I didn't ask for this, but your war has been placed into the most dangerous place on Earth: The Path of Greatness. For your sake, I'd suggest you...

Riona stares at the camera, a twinkle in her eye as she stares, and then quickly walks off across the ceiling to prepare for her match... She then turns and spares us one more moment, with a grin on her face...

Riona: MOVE.

Riona throws open a door and walks down it, all 3 belts shining in the sun as we... Fa de... To... Black...