So the man known as Ryda rears his homely head again. A head that The Sex Icon of the Northeast would just love to knock off and punt into the deep reaches of space. It is his plan to do that Saturday. Derian plans on having fun in his match tomorrow...a pure ass whoopin'. We see him on his plane as it comes for a touchdown in Springfield, Massachusetts.
Derian Deniot: You think you're good Ryda, don't you? I suppose everyone thinks they're good. But when it comes down to the action in the ring, we separate the boys from the men. And before I get too far in my little spiel here, I didn't just correct you. But aside from that. I know what you're going to do tomorrow. You're going to walk down the aisle that's littered with screaming fans, men, women, children, slack-off security guards, and you're going to keep saying to yourself that you are the best in this federation. Then I come down, knowing that hell's going to break loose, whether I win, or lose. If I lose, fine, I chalk it in the L column and move on. But when I win, I will have a privilege to stand over you and tell you I beat your ass. And Ryda, you will know that I beat your ass.
It goes down in one of two ways...I beat your ass and I win, or I beat your ass and I lose. Either way, you're not coming out unscathed. *Looking at the camera* Ryda, I've seen matches with you. I saw you drop your hand thrice to Justun Beatible, all due respect, thanks to Eric Avalanche. Ryda, I'll give you credit when I think it's due, although you don't give a damn. You are not the best in the federation, and I know you'll come back with a, "I know I'm not the best" line. But tomorrow, I'm going to prove that you're not as good as you claim to be. I'm going to prove that you are just a wanna-be wrestler, who has thought they're good, when they haven't seen mediocre. I'm going to prove that out right, you've got more learning in the ring to do than I do. I don't underestimate anyone, I know you're capable of something...but I know that what it is isn't much. I pick people apart, and tomorrow, you'll have a good match with a rookie in the business. I've studied you Ryda, I know how you act and what your mannerisms are. Who's underestimating who here Ryda? You don't think that I'm your caliber? I'm going to show you tomorrow, in front of the staff, in front of the locker room, in front of the Civic Center, and in front of the world that I'm not just your caliber, I'm higher than that. See you in the ring.
This last line is said as Derian rises from his seat and grabs his two pieces of luggage. Deniot is seen walking towards the exit of the plane to head towards his hotel room and his locker room. In what should be an excellent match, Derian Deniot will take on Ryda on Saturday Massacre.
Derian's face is turned toward the window, his trademark sunglasses over his eyes, with the rays of the early morning sun reflecting on the lens. His face showing a very contemplative manner.