Ron Downs: You know, this show may be entitled, "Final Conquest." but for me, this is where it all begins. Final? We are counting down the final days that Doc Placebo wil be holding on to that title. You know, going in to the last event, going into Destinies Collied, everyone doubted me. I don't know how or for that matter why they did, but they did. I was the underdog. Can you believe it? A physical specimen like myself? The underdog? To who? Good Friday? Holy Thursday? Easter Sunday? Whatever his name was, it didn't matter. He got what was coming to him. The world got to see Ron Downs in his debut match, doing exactly what he does best... dominating. Destines surely did collide the last time I stepped into that ring. The destiny of Holy Sunday was doomed like a fly colliding head on with a Mack truck. He's just lucky I didn't kill him. I told the world that just because they haven't seen me in action, that doesnt mean they should doubt my abilities. They did, my opponent did to. We saw what happened to him. I took his ass DOWNTOWN. And you know what, I loved each and every second of it.

By now the light is a bit brighter and although it was obvious by the tone of the voice that the speaker is Ron Downs his face is only somewhat visible. Also you can tell that he wasn't really in a room at all, he appears to be in the car of a New York City train. He is leaning against a door. Ron pauses for a minute then walks around a pole and sits down. Almost immediately The lights flicker and then turn on as the train begins to move clearly heading out of the train yard and into the first station.

Ron Downs: The average man would look at the matches scheduled for the next event and complain, argue, cry, and lament about the matches Ron Downs will participate in at the next event. Some are probably thinking, sure Ron Downs was moderately impressive in his match last time, but does he have what it takes to wrestle in three matches in one night? You're DAMN right. Only one week away from my destiny... I will have the privilege, no- the opportunity, no- I GUARANTEE that I will make TnT history next $Friday when I emerge victorious from three, count 'em, 1...2...3... separate matches. A battle royal full of people I don't know or care about. Eleven other people that I have to eliminate to advance. Consider it done. Two of them have already been DOWNTOWN and I wouldn't be surprised if they jumped over the top rope and eliminated themselves. The other nine... they just might have to learn the hard way. That's better for me. In case you still don't believe me as many of you may not realize, my name is not Ms. Cleo and I don't have a crystal ball, but when I guarantee something like that it just has a way of happening. And I guarantee that I will emerge victorious in that match. Twelve people will enter that battle royal, that means that eleven people are going downtown and over the ropes if they dont eliminate themselves first which leaves ONE victor, Ron Downs.

Ron Downs: You know I heard about that little proposition offered by Doc Placebo, but that's not why I marched my ass down to the ring to join in the action. I ran out there as as soon as I witnessed chaos breaking loose. I didn't want to stop the action, I just wanted a better view. What better view than in the middle throwing punches? TnT heavyweight champion? Doc Placebo? I couldn't care less. But then I thought about it. In my second event, in record time, I could be at the top of the wrestling world. WHERE I BELONG. I look at a champion like Doc Placebo and I'm almost disappointed. If he's at the top of the game, then there isn't much to shoot for. Then again, if he's at the top, there's NO REASON I SHOULD BE BELOW HIM. You see next Saturday night I don't care what the obstacles are, how many warm up matches there will be, or how many opponents I have to get through. Doc Placebo I want that belt that's around your waist and I intend to take it BY FORCE! You can come out of hiding, show yourself, say whatever the hell you want to say, but it won't change the fact that you're not just going down, You're going DOWNTOWN! Doc, you're a joke, I've seen you, and really, I'm not impressed. I think you SHOULD quit your day job. Quit your job, just hand the title to me and save yourself from the beating I can't wait to give you. Really, its nothing personal, I just want what I deserve, what belongs to me, what's mine. You see as far as I'm concerned I already have the match in the bag and from now I'm considering myself the champion. Some of you may think I'm crazy... GOOD. But you'll see what I mean when I have that belt around my waist when its all said and done. Last time I promised victory and it came to pass. Next week Doc, you're not just going Downtown, you're not just going to lose that belt to me, but there will be carnage, destruction, and blood shed... but it wont be mine. Doc your career, just like your trademark move says, the placebo effect, are all in your mind, but when I rip you limb from limb its going to be very real.

The screen changes focus from Ron Down's face to his left hand. He uncrumples a piece of paper that apparently has a picture of Doc Placebo on it apparently retrieved from TnT.com after about three seconds of footage, Ron Downs rips the paper half and drops it to the floor. Meanwhile, the conductor can be heard saying, "This is Canarsie, Rockaway Parkway the first stop on this Downtown bound L train. Please stand clear to closing doors." The screen is still showing the ripped picture of Doc Placebo as it fades to black.