Alexi Draconis: We just went through hell, for the second week in a row, for this. It sucks that there has to be one World Champion. We all earned this title, but don’t let this belt destroy us, just because I have it. Or just because we don’t all share it. We all worked for this. We all had an even shot at getting this belt tonight. But, you all are champions. Shoot, you are the TNT Hardcore Champion. Lyricz, of all the champions in TNT right now, you’ve had your belt the longest. You’re the Television Champion. Nick, though you don’t possess a championship belt, you are still a champion in everyone’s heart. You’re still one of the best performers in the game today.
Tonight, proved without a shadow of a doubt, that the Titans are for real. We proved that nothing, not even the richest prize in the game, the TNT World Championship, can split us up. We are the Titans, the most dominant group in Sports Entertainment today. We own TNT. We have the Hardcore Championship, the Television Championship, and the World Championship.
Cole Matthews comes over to the Titans, with an envelope in his hand. He hands it over to Alexi. Alexi opens the envelope and takes out a piece of paper. Cole walks away as Alexi folds the paper in half. He gives the paper to Lyricz.
Alexi Draconis: But, these titles are in jeopardy. Right here, is the card for next Sunday’s Mayhem. Fresh off the presses. Trouble, next Sunday, you defend your TNT Hardcore Championship against Kevin Cosmos. I beat him, you can beat him. Beat him, retain your title, and bring it home to the Titans. Lyricz, I’ll leave you alone with the card.
Alexi, Shooter, and Nick Pellett all leave Lyricz by himself. The walk down the hall and go into a lockerroom. Lyricz unfolds the paper and reads it. His eyes widen. The camera zooms in on the section Lyricz is reading.
Lyricz crumbles the paper and begins to walks down the hall. He reaches his lockerroom and walks in. He looks at his Television Championship, then at the crumbled paper ball. He throws the crumbled Mayhem card across the room. It bounces off the wall and settles on the floor. Lyricz turns around to face the door. He raises his fist and begins to pound on the door. He stops pounding and walks over to a TV, that’s on a chair. The TNT Television Champion picks the TV up and tosses it against the wall. It shatters as the pieces fly everywhere. Lyricz picks the metal folding chair, that was supporting the TV, and begins to whack the wall with it. He goes over to the mirror and with one chair shot, shatters the mirror. Lyricz begins to slams the chair against the marble counter. The chair is a blur as Lyricz is relentlessly whipping the chair into the counter. He throws the chair down as the camera shows a triangular dent into the chair. Lyricz walks over to his mini-fridge and opens it. He takes out three water bottles. He tosses one across the room, where the mirror was and it explodes. Lyricz takes the second bottle, by the top and slams it over the fridge. He takes the last one and does the same thing. The Titans member then takes the mini-fridge and throws it down. The door comes loose as Lyricz begins to stomp on it. Lyricz walks over to his couch and flips it over. He grabs a coffee table, near by, and throws it at the door. The door cracks a little bit. Lyricz begins to breath heavily.
Totopolous! Totopolous! Totopolous! You have screwed with the wrong man. You said you were going to make sure I wasn’t walking out with the title. I knew your crippled, useless ass would come down and screw me over. I had the TNT World Championship WON! It was mine, mine, mine. You took that belt from me. I had it, within a three count, of my grasp. Nic, the World Title is something every wrestling, tries to achieve. You took my dream away from me. Nic, I dare you to come down next Sunday at the Fleet Center in Boston, Massachussetts. I don’t dare you, I’m asking. I want you to be there Sunday, at ringside. Whether you have to get your Christopher Reeves ass rolled down or not, I will make sure you’re at ringside during my Television Title defense against Krisus.
Both, Krisus and I, have lots of things in common. We both hate Dante. We both have beaten Dante. We both have been screwed in the last few weeks. Krisus, by Rollin Thunder and Jeremy Cundiff. They took his Eurasian Championship. I, by Nic Totopolous. You took the TNT World Championship away from me. Both hate the High Rollers. Both want this Television Title. I want to keep it and Krisus wants it. Krisus has the advantage in more ways than one. He’s beaten me before, a couple months ago, when it was Dante vs. Lyricz vs. Krisus with the Eurasian Championship on the line. Krisus is much better than me. I'm 6'2", 235. He's 7'0", 320. He’s got 8” and 85 pounds on me.
Also, I’ve been in the last four main events. Or something like four out of the last five. I’ve lost them all. Retirement Match against Johnny Fly…Jesse Westcoat interfered and I lost. Retirement Match against Dante…Dante made me tap out. Last week’s Stable Match…and I get eliminated by like Jimmy Vetalo or someone. Now, the fourth main event, the TNT World Title is on the line. Titans vs. Titans. Trouble Shooter vs. Nick Pellett vs. Lyricz vs. Alexi Draconis. I had the match won. It was over for Drac. But, that cripple piece of shit, Nic Totopolous wants to come down and cost me the match. So, Krisus, I have nothing against you. It’s just business. I’m going to take my anger out on you. Then after I keep my title, I’m going to take my anger out on Nic Totopolous.
Totopolous, I want you there, at ringside, to see Krisus suffer due to your actions. You actions will cause me to wreck havoc on TNT. I pushed you out of your chair. I didn’t cost you anything. You life and career were already taken from you. But, you cost me the TNT World Title. If you think you’re going to cost me the TNT Television Championship, you’re dead wrong. You screwed me out of the World Title, a title that wasn’t mine. I won’t even forget that. But, this Television Championship IS mine. If you even try, if you even think of costing me this belt, I will hurt you. I don’t give a damn if you’re in a fucking wheelchair. I’ll put you…
Lyricz pauses as he hears commotion outside. Lyricz takes his championship and walks over the debris in the room. He opens the door as he sees P.E.A.C.E., Rappit Junior, and Michael Rage watching a monitor. They acknowledge Lyricz and walks away. Lyricz stares at the three TNT wrestlers for a couple seconds and then turns his head to focus on the monitor. On the monitor is Krisus inside a limo with Mr. Marcel Hasan.
Marcel: I know you want that shot, but right now I can't give it to you. However, you are getting another chance. At Mayhem you'll be facing Lyrics for the TV Championship, and it's the main event.
Krisus: Lyrics eh.......
Marcel: Just think of this as another stepping stone to what you want. You win this and who knows what might happen.
Krisus: It will be like old times, like when I beat him and Dante for the Eurasian Title. Just this time it is him by his lonesome, and for a belt that he is actually holding as we speak. I like this! I get to show Lyrics that once again he's no match for me, and in the process take what he holds dear.
Marcel......I like it! This will be just dandy. I go from destroying a member of The High Rollers to destroying a memeber of The Titans. Lyrics has no chance in hell. Just like Dante, he couldn't beat me when he had a little help, and he won't be able to beat me by himself.
Lyricz: Krisus, times change. People change. When you defeated Dante and myself, I was a mere rookie. I still am, but I have improved greatly since our last encounter. I was just starting in TNT, getting used to be in the ring, performing out in the arena. Now, I’m one of the best in TNT. You are up there as well. In my opinion, though it probably doesn’t mean shit to you, I think you should get a shot as Alexi Draconis. But, you have to get through me, before you get to the Champ. I have nothing against you, I just don’t like you. Why? First, you can’t even pronounce my name right. I mean, c’mon. It’s Lyricz with a “z,” not Lyrics with a “s.” Secondly, you want my title. I want to keep my title. It’s simple…so simple that even YOU could figure it out.
But, Krisus, I know that you’re thinking you will over power me in our match. You probably will. But, there’s no way you’re leaving Boston with my Television Champion. No one will save you. Not, Marcel, High Rollers, Titans, Nic Totopolous. No one is going to save you, help you, or win you this match. You want my title, you have to beat me. I don’t have to beat you. I can get counted out or disqualified. Contrary to popular belief, but the ball is in my court. I will construct the match. I will lead the match. The title match will go as I say and will go as I plan. Krisus, the force that’s with you, “the voice” if you will, is telling you “You can’t beat Lyricz. Lyricz is better than you. You need to wipe after you do a number two.” Listen to “the voice,” listen to your conscious, but at the same time, try to prove it wrong.
I’ve had the TNT Television Championship since November, when I defeated that miserable piece of trash, Nick Pellett. I’m not ready to lose it to some freak of nature. Krisus, bring the very best that you can bring. I’m not going to sit there and take your punishment. You can rest assure, that you will be in for the battle of your life. You want my precious prize, come and take it. I’ll be waiting for you at the Fleet Center. Krisus, though it may be hard to pull off, you will feel…your…FINAL…BLOW!
Lyricz raises his championship to the camera and mouths “Come and get it,” as the scene fades.
