Alexi Draconis: So Lyricz, you’re going to take Bryan’s legs, have them spread apart, and step in with your right leg. Then you cross Bryan’s legs, left leg over right leg, and put them under your armpit. Then with your left leg, you’re going to turn around, and squat on Bryan’s back, applying pressure to the legs and back. All right, now you guys try.
Lyricz and Bryan tangle up in collar-and-elbow tie up. Lyricz grabs Bryan by the head, who bounces off the ropes and shoves Lyricz off. Lyricz bounces off the ropes and Bryan attempts a leap frog, but gets caught. Lyricz slams Bryan to the floor, and holds onto his leg. Lyricz picks up Bryan’s legs and steps in with left leg. Lyricz looks a little shaky as he crosses Bryan’s legs and squats on his back.
Alexi Draconis: Hold it, hold it, hold it! You’re shaking too much. Like I said before, step in with your right. You’ll get a better feel for the move.
Bryan stays on the floor, as Lyricz picks his legs up again. This time Lyricz steps in with his right. As he crosses Bryan’s legs and squats on his back, his legs are plenty far apart as Alexi steps in again.
Alexi Draconis: Look at your legs, Lyricz. Come on. They are too far apart. Get off Bryan and look how it’s done.
Alexi grabs Lyricz and shoves him into the corner. Alexi turns around and grabs Bryan’s legs. Alexi has Bryan’s legs spread apart. He steps in with his right leg. Alexi then crosses Bryan’s legs, left leg over right leg, and put them under his armpit. He then steps over with his left leg. The execution is perfect as Lyricz stands in the corner with an irritated look on his face.
Alexi Draconis: Now Lyricz you do it. This time don’t screw it up.
Once again Lyricz grabs Bryan’s legs and steps in with his left leg. He crosses Bryan’s ankles together and hooks them under his armpit. He steps over with his right foot. He looses his balance and falls on his face. Alexi sighs and grabs Bryan. He tells Bryan to get out of the ring as Alexi walks over to Lyricz. He grabs Lyricz and throws him into the corner.
Alexi Draconis: Are you stupid or something? It’s a simple move. If you can’t even put together and arsenal of submission moves, you shouldn’t even be the Television Champion. This Sunday you face Jesse Westcoat in a Submissions Only match. Only way to win is by making your opponent tap. I’m teaching you a new move every day up ‘til Sunday, but if you can’t do the Sharpshooter correctly, I shouldn’t even be teaching you.
Lyricz: Why don’t you just get off my damn back? I’m not a submission wrestler. So, for you to expect me to have innate behavior and just automatically know how to do a submission move without ever learning how to do it is ludicrous.
Alexi Draconis: I apologize, but I’m just trying to get you ready for Jesse. And, you asked me to train you for your match, so you’ll listen to me. You have a big match-up against Jesse. Don’t worry about the Main Event. Right now, you need to concentrate 100 percent on Jesse. If you don’t you’ll slip up and lose that Television Title, which is very precious to you. So let’s do this move correctly. I’ll go on the floor and you do it on me.
Alexi lies down on the canvas and Lyricz walks to his feet. Lyricz grabs Alexi’s legs and has them spread apart. He steps in with his right leg. Lyricz then crosses the World Champion’s legs, left leg over right leg, and put them under his armpit. He then steps over with his left leg. Lyricz applies pressure and then lets go. Alexi jumps up and smacks his hands.
Alexi Draconis: There you go! Was that so hard. You executed that perfectly. You work on Westcoat’s legs and back, and hit the Sharpshooter, you’ll walk out of Warfare with the Television Title still over your shoulder. Let’s go get a water.
Lyricz and Alexi walks between the ropes and hop down from the apron. They walks over to a juice bar. The bartender notices them and waits for them to approach him.
Bartender: Good evening guys. What can I get you?
Lyricz: Two Poland Springs.
The bartender nods in acceptance of the request. He reaches under his counter and pulls out two bottles of Poland Spring. He unscrews the caps and tosses them in the trash.
Bartender: That will be $3, please.
Lyricz: Here.
Lyricz gives the bartender $3, and then the two Titans member walk over to the ring again. Lyricz jumps on the apron, and spills his water a little bit. Alexi lets out a soft chuckle as he hops over the top rope. Lyricz climbs the turnbuckle, and sits on the top, dangling his feet in the ring. Alexi leans against the ropes.
Lyricz: We got big matches Sunday. Not just you and I, but the Titans as a whole. Trouble is defending his Hardcore Title against Joesph Mideon and Horgh. I have Jesse “the Bitch” Westcoat in a Submission Match, then the big one. Five on five. Stable vs. Stable. High Rollers. Titans. But, I’m not worried about the World Title match. I’m focused and concentrated on defeating Jesse Westcoat. I know I can beat him. I’ve done it before, and you can bet your ass I will do it again. Jesse wasn’t at his best, I’ve seen him wrestle, and I know when he’s at his best. But, Westcoat, there will no excuses you can muster up. I will defeat you at Warfare, without the Titans. I don’t need the Titans to fight my battle. Jesse, you brought our feud to a whole new level when you screwed me over twelve days ago, when I fought Johnny Fly. Some may say that you were getting back at my for possibly costing you you’re match versus Draconis. But, just because I pulled the rope out of your grasp, doesn’t mean you couldn’t beat Alexi. You couldn’t, and didn’t beat the World Champion, because he’s too damn good. No one can touch him because no one is in his damn league. But, I’m in your league Jesse.
“Kid,” you want my title for all the wrong reasons. You want my title, just to have a title, and just to say that you won the Television title. I want the title, because it’s a stepping stone to other titles, and I want to prove myself as a champion. I want to and will because the greatest Television Champion in TNT History. How? By defeating the main players. West, you’re one of the main players in TNT. You’re one of the best talents in TNT, and to defeat you twice in two months or so, will propel me to bigger and better matches. You want the belt? Come take it. Jesse, though you’re not all about submissions either, you do know more moves then me. So what’s going to be the excuse when you don’t take my title? “He was trained by the World Champion, that’s not fair.” Whatever the excuse is, it’s going to be bullshit.
No excuses will be accepted Jesse. You can make them, but I’ll just ignore them. That’s why you’re not with the High Rollers, because you made too many damn excuses about not getting the job done. You couldn’t beat me weeks ago. You couldn’t beat Alexi two weeks ago, and you won’t defeat me this Sunday. Jesse, I’m begging and pleading with you to bring everything you have. I want the VERY best that you have, so there’s no doubts. I want to prove to you, TNT, High Rollers, Titans, and more importantly myself that I can defeat someone that’s on that certain level. Jesse, I’ll see you at Warfare, you better be ready for the inevitable. I’m bringing my “A” game, and hopefully you will too.
The scene fades as it flashes “TITANS” across the sceen.