Johnathon Pepsiello: Lyricz, this is William Meyers. He will be the director for your commercial. He’s a huge wrestling fan. I’ll be back later. Bye.

Lyricz shakes hands with the director and walks over to a blue screen. He grabs a bottle of Pepsi Vanilla and opens it up.

William Meyes: What we’re going to do Champ, is do some promotional shots of you drinking Pepsi. Then tomorrow morning we’ll be shooting your Track commercial for Mayhem, m’kay?

Lyricz: Whatever you want to do. Just want me to start drinking, then strike a pose?

William Meyes: Yeah, take a sip of Pepsi, adjust your Television Championship, smile, and tilt your head to the side.

Lyricz takes a sip of Pepsi. He adjusts the Championship belt so that “TNT Television Champion” is facing Lyricz. Lyricz lets out a devilish smirk and tilts his head to the side.

William Meyes: Good, good. Now hold the title in the air and Pepsi in the other hand.

Lyricz picks the TV Title up so that the strap is between Lyricz’ fingers and his palm. He picks the bottle up so “Pepsi Vanilla” is facing straight.

William Meyes: Great! You’re a natural. Now have the Television title drape over your left shoulder. Curl your wrist and flex your arms as you drink the Pepsi.

Lyricz follows suit. He flexes his muscles, and takes another sip of Pepsi

William Meyes: You got a big match tomorrow, eh Lyricz?

Lyricz: You bet I do. Though, no titles are on the line. It’s Champion vs Champion. The TNT Television Champion, Lyricz, going one on one with the TNT World Champion, Johnny Fly.

William Meyes: This is a big match for you. Might be your toughest opponent to date, eh?

Lyricz: Without a doubt. Nick Pellett was a little hard, Krisus is a tough son of a bitch. But, this is the World Champion. It doesn’t get no bigger than this.

William Meyes: You’re his last opponent?

Lyricz: Yeah, he’s retiring from TNT, after this match. It’s a bummer. Johnny Fly is leaving TNT, the same way he came in…a LOSER!

William Meyes: Why do you think he’s leaving

Lyricz: Isn’t it obviously Billy? He’s scared of the Titans. He knows that anyone of us could kick his ass. So he’s decided to take his dick, tuck it between his legs, and walk his ass out. He’s scared of Nick Pellett, Alexi Draconis, the Trouble Shooter, and the only champion in the Titans, Lyricz.

William Meyes: He’s not just leaving TNT, but the Dynasty aswell.

Lyricz: Yeah, he’s the leader of the Dynasty, and now he’s leaving? So now the Dynasty will have like Rollin Thunder as a leader, I assume.

William Meyes: You don’t like him, champ?

Lyricz: It’s not that, but he’s a joke. His as a leader of a powerful, dangerous group of men, is humorous. But tomorrow night will be the biggest night of my career. Johnny Fly can just think of this as a retirement match, or just any other regular match, but…

William Meyes: But…

Lyricz: …but, our groups, stables, whatever you call them, might be at odds, but Johnny Fly is one of the greatest champions in TNT History. But, he’s also the reason why the younger talent is revolting and rebelling. I can respect the fact that Johnny Fly is a great champion, but because he’s champion, he has a little power and some stroke backstage that he uses to his advantage.

William Meyes: How so?

Lyricz: By not giving the younger talent championship matches and making us work the first couple matches.

William Meyes: All of this will change?

Lyricz: All of this HAS changed. The Titans are here. We’re not going anywhere. We’re staying until we get what we want.

William Meyes: Which is?

Lyricz: Every fucking title in TNT. World, Tag Team, Eurasian, United States, and Hardcore. We want Dynasty to crumble like the fragile foundation that it truly is.

William Meyes: Dynasty is in trouble?

Lyricz: You can rest assure Dynasty is in trouble. It started two or so weeks ago when we kicked Johnny Fly’s ass. It escalated last week when Dynasty debuted and brought back Mark Vincent. Slowly, Dynasty will falter. Tomorrow, Johnny Fly is going to realize a couple things. He’s going to realize that the younger generation is taking over this sport. Johnny Fly is going to realize that you can’t fuck with the Titans. Johnny Fly is soon to realize that he’s leaving at the precise moment. Johnny knows that the Titans would’ve run Dynasty out of TNT. Fly knows that Alexi Draconis can beat him for the TNT World Heavyweight Championship, so when Fly leaves he’ll take the title, and the title will be vacant. Fly knows he’s no match for Alexi, Pellett, Shooter, or myself. So Johnny, leave. Walk out of TNT and don’t look back. Tomorrow, you retirement match will be memorable. Not because it’s your last pathetic match. But, because the legacy of Lyricz will gain another notch.

William Meyes: Do you hate Johnny Fly?

Lyricz: Hate is such a strong word. Let’s just say that, I would’ve beaten Johnny Fly up just enough for Alexi to finish the job. But, because Johnny Fly is a pussy, Alexi won’t have a chance against him. Fly wants to talk about his debut match against Totopolous. Mine was against Blaze Divine. Why didn’t I get a better opponent? Because, Fly knew I had potential, and used his stroke to prevent me from facing someone with an ounce of wrestling ability. You want to say no one in the Titans are half the wrestling you are. Fuck you, that’s pure bullshit. We’re more wrestler than you will ever be. Now, that your egotistical, selfish ass is gone after tomorrow, we will show the world what we got. The Titans will stand dominant as always, we will prevent TNT from obtaining little shits like you.

You’re right, none of us have beaten you. But, you haven’t given us the chance. Tomorrow, I’m leaving my body in the ring. I’m leaving everything I have in the ring tomorrow. I want to beat you so badly tomorrow. Why? To prove to TNT I’m worthy of facing higher opponents, to finally end all the politics, all the bullshit in the ring, in the back. Tomorrow, Johnny you’re going up against real talent. There’s not going top be anyone to save you’re old ass. Not Jesse “the Bitch” Westcoat, not Mark Vincent, not Rollin Thunder, not that crippled piece of shit Christopher Reeves. No one will have your back tomorrow. Why? Because no one gives a damn about you Johnny.

Your right again, Johnny. I’m not going up agaist any old champion. You’re better than me. You’re main event and I’m mid-carder. But tomorrow, all that is out the window. Tomorrow I’m proving to you, TNT, Titans, the Dynasty, everyone that has said “No, you can’t do it.” Everyone’s that said, “A rapper turned wrestler won’t ever succeed.” I’m doing this to say “Fuck you” to the Dynasty, to those who doubt me. Johnny, you will realize that the young talent in the business and sport of wrestling will take over. Tomorrow, you’re facing one of the best wrestling in TNT.

Tomorrow night, Mayhem. I’m making Fly’s retirement match the most painful match he’s ever been in. He wants to hold the talent down. Fuck Johnny Fly. Fuck the Dynasty. You want to hold me down? You want to hold Trouble Shooter down? You want to hold Alexi Draconis down? Screw you! You watch my match with Johnny Fly tomorrow, and then you rethink about holding us down. Tomorrow night, the Titans reign supreme. Tomorrow, Johnny Fly’s last match will go down in history. Johnny’s gone after tomorrow, and then finally we can have a champion that’s not a fucking bitch. Finally we can have a champion that’s not a fucking prick. Finally we can have a champion that’s not a fucking pussy. Good luck Johnny.

The scene fades as Lyricz leaves the scene.