Nick Pellett: God damnit, Lyricz. You have to screw EVERYTHING up don’t you.
The TNT Television Champion steps out along with the True World Champion, Alexi Draconis.
Lyricz: Screw you. You want to talk smack and expect me not to react. You’re lucky Alexi stopped me before I beat the snot out of you.
Alexi pays the limo driver, who drives off instantly. The three Titans members make their way up the balcony.
Trouble Shooter: What the hell happened? Why are you back so soon.
Alexi Draconis: We went into town and went into a club. Nick and Lyricz argumental behavior got the best of them. Nick talked about how Lyricz was a paper champion, Lyricz took offense to that, and go in Nick’s face. Nick pushed Lyricz, who swung at Nick, who ducked and Lyricz struck a waiter. The scene became chaotic and the owner kicked us out.
Lyricz: It was ALL Nick’s fault. He’s still jealous and envious of me.
Nick Pellett: Me jealous and envious of you? Ha! That’s a laugh. You are a pathetic piece of crap, who makes excuses when you lose.
Lyricz gets in Nick’s face and they go nose to nose. Alexi gets involved and gets in the middle of them.
Alexi Draconis: Enough. Damnit. Can’t you two get along for a damn second. You have the biggest match of your life Lyricz at the PPV. Nick, this is your comeback match. I’m sick of you two bitching, moaning, and groaning. You’re freakin’ adults! Act like it.
Trouble Shooter: I don’t mind if you guys have problems, but don’t ruin a good mini-vacation. I’m hungry, let’s go inside and get something to eat or something.
Lyricz: I’m going to stay outside and look out into the water.
Trouble Shooter: All right. We’ll be inside when your done.
Lyricz: You have any cigarettes? I got a craving.
Trouble Shooter: Yeah, I picked you up a pack when you were out.
Trouble Shooter, Nick Pellett, and Alexi Draconis make their way into the house and shut the door. Lyricz turns the pack of upside down and smacks the top of the pack against his palm. He smacks about 25 times and then turns the pack right side up and takes the wrapper off. The Television Champion flips the top up and rips the metal paper off. He takes out a cigarette and puts it in his mouth. Lyricz takes a lighter from his pocket and clicks it on. He brings the lighter to the cigarette. Once lit, he takes a drag and takes the cigarette out of his mouth right his index and middle finger on his right hand.
Lyricz: Last Sunday, in the Hell in the Cell, I told everyone that I’d change the meaning of “hardcore” and that’s exactly what I did. I told Mr. Hasan, Dante, the Titans, High Rollers, TNT, the fans, I told everyone to watch the main event, because they’d be shocked upon belief. And they were. Dante and I went through a cage top, five chairs, three tables, and a ladder. Dante, went through a cage top, five chairs, three tables, and a ladder and NEVER gave up. I respect Dante a hell of a lot more now. I respect him, doesn’t mean I like him. Because, I will never like him. He’s the type of wrestler, I, and the Titans hate. Dante got titles shots, after title shots, after title shots, just because of his size. He lost the Television Championship, and got a rematch the next week. He lost the Number One contender’s match for the TV title, got a Number One contender’s match for the United States title the next week. He lost to me, in a successful TNT TV Title defense, he was involved in a Number One contender’s match for the Eurasian Title. I respect Dante for what happened four days ago, but not for his quote unquote legacy in TNT.
Lyricz sees his cigarette with a lot of ash on the end and taps it off. He takes another drag of his cigarette, and blows it out his nose.
Lyricz: Two Retirement matches in back-to-back weeks and I didn’t get the job done. In Dante’s, he might’ve been the better man, I doubt that. But, he deserved that win if he could withstand the punishment and the agony he went through. But, the loss that pisses me off the most was the first Retirement match. March 14th, 2004. Lyricz vs. Johnny Fly. Everyone saw that I had the match won. I had Johnny on the top turnbuckle, ready for the Final Blow. Until, my opponent for Warfare, comes down and FUCKS everything up. Jesse Westcoat is still bitter than he lost to me, so he comes down, takes my TV Title, and distracts me for the loss. Not, Jesse, you’re just like Nick Pellett. A bitter bitch, who can’t deal with a loss to the greatest TNT Television Champion ever. So, what do you do? Cost me my match, my biggest match in my short TNT tenure, against Johnny Fly.
Jesse, do what you got to do to have an advantage. Because, you might have had James Vetalo last week, but I had Dante in the most brutal Hell in the Cell in history. Screw ‘Taker and Shawn Michaels in ’97. Screw ‘Taker and Mick “Mankind” Foley in ’98. This was more brutal then that. I’m hurt right now. I got a concussion, a broken index finger on my left hand. I got a severely sprained right ankle, and a cracked rib. So, you by far, have the advantage. So what’re you going to do? Sit there, like a punk, and make excuses or take advantage and take the TV Title of my shoulder?
Lyricz finishes off the cigarette and flicks it over the balcony.
Lyricz: Come on Jesse. The ball is in your court. You can’t screw this up. Your opponent is injured beyond belief, and you have controlled his mind, and you have revenge on you mind, don’t you? “Kid,” you want my title? Bring your “A” game. Don’t give me no piss poor, bitch ass excuses of why you couldn’t get the job done. Don’t give me no piss poor excuses of why you lost to a member of the Titans, three times in March. Don’t give me no bitch ass excuses of why you couldn’t take my title off of my shoulder. Westcoat, the time for battle is around the corner. You bring your best, and I will bring my best. I don’t give a damn about the Main Event. Everyone wants the World Title, but it’s without doubt, not my time yet. So I’m concentrating one-hundred percent on defeating you in our Submission match at Warfare. Jesse, don’t let me down again.
With that, Lyricz gets up from his chair and makes his way into the house as the scene fades.