The scene opens up outside of the Georgia Dome in Atlanta, Georgia. The camera pans to a brick wall with a figure standing on the wall, with his right leg bent to touch it, and leaning backwards. He lights up a cigarette and puffs away. He picks his head as we see it’s Lyricz. Lyricz has on a solid black t-shirt, and a leather coat. He has on black slacks, and black dress shoes. He finishes the cigarette and flicks it off scene. He brushes his shoulders off and cracks his neck.
Lyricz: Over the last two months, two-and-a-half months, my life has been flipped upside down. I was on top of the world. I just got done beating Jesse Westcoat for the second time, and then I push Nic Totopolous out of his seat. Then, almost instantly, everything crumbles. I lose to Johnny Fly, Dante, Jimmy Vetalo, Alexi Draconis, and I lose in the stable match. I recently lost to Nic Totopolous and Nicky Mills. The fact is Lyricz, has gone down the drain. He was a one-hit wonder. Ever since he knocked Nic Totopolous on his ass he’s been an easy target. I’m sick of it. There’s no reason why I should be doing so bad. I have an over powering force upon others, but once Nick Pellett left me, since Trouble Shooter left me, and since Alexi Draconis put his boots up for the last time, I haven’t done much. But all that is about to change. Sometimes, someone needs a new beginning. Well, this is my beginning.
Lyricz, as far as I know, is dead. How much respect would a rapper get as World Champion, or even in the business? Not much. You fans, announcers, and boys in the back, can address me as Sean Boyle. If you want to success in TNT, you need to be respected and to succeed. I’ve succeeded in TNT as Lyricz, but, in all likelihood there wasn’t much talent. Who was the talent? Horgh? Shooter? Westcoat? Nick Madison? Doctor X? Pyro? Give me a fucking break. The title was a joke. Now Jimmy Vetalo has it, the former World Champion has a joke title. Vetalo seems real tough, beating on little punks, who can’t defend themselves.
Sean Boyle puts his leg down and continues to lean on the wall.
Like I said before, everyone needs a new beginning, mine starts tomorrow night. It’s Rollin Thunder vs. Sean Boyle with the TNT Eurasian Championship on the line. You asked what did Lyricz do to deserve the belt? He was a long-lasting champion, and he has a few victories, but Marcel and TNT are desperate for big matches, so they booked us together. But, if you’re a fighting champion Thunder, then you will not having any disputes about fighting me. You’re much better than I am Thunder, so prove it to me, the fans, TNT, to yourself that you are.
You know, people might wonder why I decided to end Lyricz, and use the real me. Well, I might as well start fresh. I lost my Television Championship, the Trouble Shooter lost his Hardcore Championship to a fucking girl. How much of a sad, pathetic, miserable prick is Shooter to lose to a girl at his own game? Then the leader of the Titans, Mr. Alexi Draconis, not just coughs up the TNT Title to Jeremy Cundiff, but Draconis gets his ankle shattered and retired because of it. I looked up to Draconis, but not I see him as a pussy. Wrestler wrestle with broken bones, fractured ankles or wrists, if they don’t wrestle, then they get surgery, and come back. Not, be a bitch and retire.
Throughout the whole Titans/High Rollers angle, Rollin, Cundiff, and Vetalo would remind everyone what a punk Alexi Draconis and the Titans were. Well, they were right. The High Rollers beat the Titans senseless and took their gold, took their pride, took our souls. But on April 25th, 2004, all was good in the world as Rollin Thunder snapped Alexi Draconis’ ankle into pieces. Now that Alexi is out, the real stars in TNT can shine. What I find real shitty about Draconis, that he didn’t give us a heads up on his decision to leave TNT. He didn’t give us a heads up on his decision to retire. He didn’t give us a heads up on his decision to tell us that due to his injury that the Titans were over. Screw Alexi Draconis. But, the worst thing that happened to him, might have been the best that could happen to me. He gets his ankle broken, I can shine in the business.
Sean Boyle gets off from the wall and faces the camera.
I plan to shine tomorrow night in Hotlanta, Georgia. The Georginians will be loud tomorrow night, we stand eye to eye, you look in my eyes and you will not see fear. You will ice cold eyes. You will not leave Georgia with you’re Eurasian Championship. The new era begins as I claim my prize, the Eurasan Championship.
Sean Boyle walks off stage as the scene fades.