The camera fades on and the scene is back at the baseball field in Arlington, where Trill's last couple of promos have been shot. It is once, nighttime again in Arlington, Texas, and all the lights are still off all throughout the ballpark, except the one spotlight that is focused on Trillion. The camera zooms in, and this time Trill is watching a portable television, while sitting in a random area in the stands. He has a drink in the cupholders that are built in the seats, and he's stuffing his face with good ol' Texas Style hot dog. He watches the T.V. closely and then burts into a state of laughter, spitting the hotdog all over the seats. He laughs, and continues to laugh until he nearly chokes on his hot dog. With that, he gulps down a drink and tosses on the ground. He then stands up, and pulls a bat out from underneath one of the seats, with that, he looks closely at the expensive portable television, and then smiles. With that, he slowly tosses the T.V. in the air, and swings the bat with all his might, sending the television flying down the stands while shattering in peices. He sits there and watches as all of the peices hit the chairs and the ground below, and then turns towards the SFT camera, and smiles and the camera fades off.

When the camera fades back on, trill is standing back at home plate, swinging the bat softly, as if he was practicing batting before he stepped up to the plate. He stands there, and swings the bat back and forth, and then begins walking. He walks, walks, walks, until he reaches first base, he then looks at the camera, and heads towards second base, this time jogging, once he reaches second base, he stops. He stops and stares down third base. He slightly gets a lead off from second and turns toward the camera standing tall with his arms out wide, and begins to speak

: Trill :

Soooo, this is where I currently stand in Strike Fantasy Towers. I've knocked the first two balls out of the park, and now I've got another one to dismantle this Friday....

: Scene :

Trill puts his arms down and looks around the ballpark, he then looks to where he was sitting, and there's still a little smoke from where the T.V. was busted open. Trill looks back towards the camera and starts walking to third base very slowly, talking on his way there

: Trill :

I guess Hekutsu couldn't make it, FINALLY someone realizes what they got themselves into and decided to be smart about the situation and run off. Damn, I wish all the sorry ass lames around this place would jump off of my dick and save themselves a brutal beat down by being smart and just not trying to compete with me, but I guess still no one realizes that I'm not faking. This isn't a front I put on by coming out here and talking with confidence, it's real, and all I try to do is pre-warn you stupid fucks that I'm not playing any games with ya'll. Yeah, I crack a few jokes here and there, but only because the people I'm put in the ring are no fun, you guys bore me to death, and the only way I seem to amuse myself is to talk about you people. Maybe if you lames that are thrown in the ring with me would put up some kind of fight, and give me some kind of contest then maybe I'd enjoy myself here.  But no, I don't get any respect, or any fun, because all my opponents have been just as bad as the reception on that raggedy ass television I busted up a minute ago.
By the way? Can SFT possibly do such a thing like I saw on T.V.? I think I should file a lawsuit or something on Strike Fantasy Towers for the way they are abusing my talent and forcing me to use it against weisels like all of these cats. It was already bead enough I was placed in the ring with Hekutsu, but God Damnit you mother fuckers have pushed me beyond the limit with this cat that replaced Hekutsu. Whatever SFT was trying to do by giving me all of these sorry ass cats, they've done it because I can't take it.
What kind of character is this cat? Hectzilla?? God damn you mother fuckers booking these damn matches are more blinder than I thought, you're worse than my granny who's damn near 70 and can barely see enough to sit directly on her big ass pot that she shits in. HECTZILLA??? Oh my God, what in fuck possesed ya'll to let this mother fucker in?
I don't know what it was, but whatever was, I sure would like to beat the hell out of who ever is letting these mother fuckers in. The bad thing about is that each one of these sorry ass cats that are being let in, are ending up being put in the ring with me. Why? Am I some kind of joke to ya'll or something? Do you all just think that I don't have what it takes to go up against your wrestlers that are already established here in SFT? I don't know what it is, but whatever it is, who's ever in charge of this shit needs to get their mind right, and quit throwing me in these bullshit ass matches.
I'm not the type to bitch about shit, but you damn right I got something to say about these cowards that are being thrown at me left and right. Okay, okay, I see resoning that this is my third match here, and MAYBE since you fuckers are so damn blind, that you don't see the talent when I'm in the ring perfoming, but damnit after this, I'll be shooting for my fourth match, and I will have a 3-0 record, so maybe I'll get a LITTLE bit of respect for my work and dedication here and maybe get someone that will MAYBE give me a fight.

: Trill :

Cats like Hectzilla, I don't even want to speak on this man because his ass is ridiculous, but cats like him are the ones SFT fans go to sleep on. People start yawning as soon as his whack ass name is mentioned anywhere. I mean, would you really respect someone named "Hectzilla?"  I thought you Asian, Chinese bastards were scared of Godzilla, wasn't it ya'll that was running from the big bitch in that little black and white movie? I thought it was, but anyway your name just sounds like you're going to put up a ridiculous match. I can't be seen in the ring with a cat like you, because if they're sleeping on your ass, then then I'm bound to get slept on too when I'm in the ring.
The least the bastards who book these shows could have enough respcect to put my name first when they give out these matches to the public. I know that the minute they a name like Hectzilla, they immediately skip down to see what the next match is, so that gets my name over looked, so the least you could do is post my name first, "Trillion vs. Hectzilla" so my name can be recognized and maybe people will atctuallly pay attention to the match.
Well, it's okay, because I'm a stong black man and I know how to make the best out of nothing, and nothing is exactly what I'm put up against tomorrow night. So the least I can do Friday night at Inferno, is make the best out of the situation, as bash this bastards brains in with my bare hands. Don't you think?...Yeah, I think so too, so what I'm going to do tomorrow night, is go out there, beat the fuck out of another lame in SFT, and MAYBE earn some respect.
Trill stops once he reaches third base and turns to look toward home This is it. After Friday, I should have proven myself to be as talented as I say am and I shouldn't be worrying about these crappy as checks that SFT gives me everytime I show up for my matches. It's sad that I have to work so hard for a contract, but yet there are people who have contracts who don't even deserve to able to set foot in a ring, THAT'S how bad these cats really are here in SFT. Each task that's been thrown at me, I've knocked it out the way, so now it's time I get a little exposure here and start facing the "SO CALLED" SFT Superstars you have here. And the minute I kick the shit out of one your SFT Favorites, you all will see just how serious shit can get when you're in the ring with Trillion.
It may seem like a joke now, that's because my opponents have been damn jokes, but the first time I actually get some "SO CALLED" talent in the ring with me, I'm going to those bastards too and show you that they're not really what you think they are.
I see myself as SFT's next big thing to happen, so everybody fasten your seat belts because I'm going to be taking you all for a little ride on Trillion's Freight Train, and you'd best beleive that I'm running over any mother fucker that stands in my way.

: Trill :

As far as all of these other cats who seem to "ALL OF A SUDDEN" have a problem with me, I've only got one thing to say, and that's if you really want to see me in the ring, then come on with it, and test me if you want to. And beleive me, even if you are a no-good peice of trash, and your ass is a waste God given time, I'll still beat the skin off of you bitches. And you'd better watch how you approach me, because if you piss me off to bad, you might get cut.
As for you, you little foreign exchange student, I'm going to have to shove my foot in your ass just for you being so bold to even open your mouth against me, let alone try to insult me. Maybe if you would have thought to learn a little about me, you might have learned from my last opponents to watch what you say about people you don't know, because you might just get surprised in the ring.
But trust me, there won't be any surprises for you little Hecty, because I'm telling you right now that your ass is going to cut, Trillion Cut. You're going to wish Hekutsu would have been the one in the ring when I'm through with you. And after I'm done, you'll walk to the backstage area telling everybody about just how damn psychotic I can get when I'm in the ring, IF you manage to walk afterwards.