Lyricz: Well, well, well. It looks like the Titans got a little bit stronger. With the addition of me…

The figure turns around to reveal himself as Lyricz. He has a HUGE grin on his face and he pumps his shoulders, and cracks his neck. He rubs his TV Title and gives it a kiss.

Lyricz: I know everyone’s booing. I know everyone is mad that big ol’ Lyricz took Johnny Fly’s head off with a chair. But even though Johnny Fly kept his TV Title, Alex Draconis got the last laugh. He’s the head honcho. He’s the chief. He’s the leader. He’s George Steinbrenner and we’re the Yankees. He kept me as his big surprise. When the time was right, I’d screw Fly over. Bada bing, bada boom. I wanted to screw Fly out of the title, he wants to hold the real talent down. Alex said “Lyricz, this is my match. I want to win fair and square.” I told him “Alright, you just give me the signal and I’ll be down there.” So Draconis gives me the signal, I come down with the steel chair. I come down to act like I’m on Fly’s side. Then…BAM! One chair shot later, the Titans have their newest member. One chair shot later, TNT realizes a new force to deal with. One chair shot later, “all the boys in the back” realized…

Lyricz wipes his torso, and wipes his shoulders.

Lyricz: One chair shot later, “all the boys in the back” realized you can’t touch me, Pellett, Shooter, or Draconis. You can’t touch us, or stop us. Here’s another analogy for all of you less intelligent people. The Titans are the Yankees, and everyone else is split into groups of Red Sox and Mets. Ha! Ha! But onto more important things…me. Once again, I successfully defended my TV Championship against Horgh. Now, everyone is gunning for my Television Title. For the last week or so this punk Danny “The Dark One” Bickell has been bustin’ my balls, asking for a title match. He comes out, in his first day with TNT, and talks shit about the Lyrical one. He says that I better watch out because “there’s a new sheriff in town” and he’s coming for me. But, Danny Boy, that was your downfall at Entrapment. You had a shot at me. All you had to do was beat the returning Jesse “The Kid” Westcoat and you’d be the number one contender for the TNT Television Title. But, because you were so damn obsessed with me, you lost concentration, and you felt Jesse’s pain, Growing Pains to be more specific. Now Danny, if you really wants a match against me, you can be the Titan’s little bitch. Titans’ need another bitch to help out Johnny Fly and Jesse Westcoat. Sunday, the Titans, and I more specifically, made Fly my bitch. He thought I was helping him, ha ha, no Johnny. I’d never help you. You use your power and screw all the real talent over. You do that because you know any one of us could easily defeat you. But, Johnny, you will be defeated. You will be dethroned once again. Somewhere, sometime, somehow, that 20 pounds or so of gold, will be gone. It will be gone, and you will have no one to turn to. You will get paranoid, and depressed about your title. But, until that happens, cherish your title, Fly. Cherish it with your little pathetic, miserable life.

Lyricz’ cell-phone rings from the table. He turns around and bends over to get it. He flips the phone and puts it to his ear.

Lyricz: Yo, who this?

Alexi Draconis is on the other line as you can hear his voice. The reception is slightly static, as Alexi responds.

Alexi Draconis: It’s Alexi. Lyricz, he replied.

Lyricz: What did he say?

Alexi Draconis: He denied the offer

Lyricz: You’ve got to be shitting me. So we got 3 active members?

Alexi Draconis: Yeah, though Nick says he’s active.

Lyricz: We might need him to compete with future alliances.

Alexi Draconis: Well, after you get done doing what you do best, Nick and I are coming back to get Trouble and discuss some stuff.

Lyricz: Yeah, either call me back or meet me in the parking lot. I’ll see you all later. Bye.

Alexi Draconis: Ok. I’ll be back eventually. Bye.

Lyricz closes the phone and puts it in his pocket. Lyricz takes the TV Title off his shoulders and holds it up with his left hand. He gives the title a glare, then turns back to the camera.

Lyricz: This is what it’s all about. Maybe not this title specifically, but getting a title, is important in the wrestling business. Now, tomorrow night, Jesse Westcoat challenges the TNT Television Champion. Jesse is a former two-time Hardcore Champion, and I believe a former Eurasian Champion. So, he knows what it’s like to be a champion and win a championship. But, he also knows what it feels like to lose a championship. I don’t know what it feels to lose a championship. I defeated fellow Titans member, Nick Pellett, in November for the TV Title and haven’t looked back. Now, Westcoat in my opinion, you’re much better than Television Title ranks. I think you just want the TV Title, to just say you were the TV Champion. So, Westcoat, tomorrow when you look me in the eyes as the referee holds my Television Championship to the crowd, I want you to understand that you have absolutely no chance of becoming the Television Champion. Westcoat, you might be quote unquote hardcore, you might be a TNT veteran, but to me you’re nothing.

There’s two kinds of wrestling in wrestling, and teams in the sports. They are the wrestlers or teams you’re suppose to beat. And there’s those are suppose to beat you. Yankees are suppose to beat the Red Sox, Blue Jays, Orioles, Devil Rays, and every other team. And they always do that. Braves are suppose to beat the Mets, Phillies, Expos, and Marlins. And they always do that. Then there’s teams like the Jets who were the underdog in Superbowl III, who were suppose to be prey for the Indiapolis Colts, but beat the Colts some how. I’m suppose to beat Dante, Crak Cokain, Blaze Divine, Bryan Banger, Jaime Hart, Mad Nick Madison, JC Stevens. And I did beat them. I’m not suppose to beat Krisus, Prankster, or Markus Jayson, and I haven’t. Call them veterans, call them skilled. When they faced me, they were called winners. Now, Westcoat, this is your second match back. You’re more skilled then me, and have had more success. I’m not suppose to be you. It’s suppose to be impossible for me to beat you. Impossible is just a big word thrown around by small men who find it easier to live in the world they've been given than to explore the power they have to change it. Impossible is not a fact. It's an opinion. Impossible is not a declaration. It's a dare. Impossible is potential. Impossible is temporary. Impossible is nothing. In my eyes, you are nothing. You haven’t done anything to impress me. As long, as I think that, I have the advantage and I can and I will beat you.

You think I’m suppose to fear you? Fear. To be afraid or frightened of. To be uneasy or apprehendive about. Fear. Crainte. Fear. Furcht. Fear. Timore. Fear. Medo. Fear. Miedo. Westcoat, no matter what language you speak, the word is all the same. Fear, it’s just a four letter word. Fear, is something I don’t have. But, I do have my title.

Lyricz walks out of the room as the scene fades flasing the following message.

Témanos porque usted no puede batirnos.