Figure: It looks like I defied all the odds and kept my title. I was suppose to lose it last week. The reign was suppose to end. But it didn’t. So know I’m up against one of my biggest obstacles since my debut here.
The figure puts his fists to his mouth and blows in them. He then rubs his hands and continues.
Figure: Tomorrow, I’m going to prove I can win the big match. I’m going to prove I’m not a paper champion, a fluke of a champion. Tomorrow, as I go one on one, with Jimmy Vetalo I’m going to prove why the High Rollers and Jimmy are weaker than the Titans and myself.
Lyricz turns around as he licks his lips. He has a determined look in his eyes. He glares down at his Television Championship, then back up. He snatches the championship from his shoulder and raises it up in front of him.
Lyricz: Last Sunday, at Mayhem, I defeated Krisus. Whether it was fair and square or cowardly and cheap. I defeated Krisus. But, I didn’t do it alone. Jimmy Vetalo wants to come down with a chair, knock Krisus out. Then he wants to come after the Lyrical Genius. He could’ve knocked my head off. He could’ve cost me the championship, but my boy, Alexi Draconis, saved my ass. Jimmy Vetalo then ran like the little bitch that he is. Then I crawl over, drape my arm over Krisus and get the 1..2..3! Krisus is one of the elite wrestlers in TNT, I know he wants the World Championship. So Alexi Draconis will put his title on the line against Krisus. I’m going to have Drac’s back, like he had mine. But, then again, I might not even make it out of the ring after my match. Jimmy is stronger than me, better than me, more powerful than me, but he wants a belt that I have, that he hasn’t ever had.
Lyricz puts the title back on his shoulder and looks over the edge. He gives a smirk and walks to the pole. He looks up and sees the American Flag waving in the air.
Alexi came out and said that you and Rollin weren’t championship material...but Shooter and myself were. Alexi is wrong. You, Vetalo, and Rollin are obviously World Championship material, since you’ve both held the title. Are you saying Shooter and myself aren’t World Championship material? I’m not disagreeing or agreeing. We haven’t received fair shots. We have received Fatal-Four way matches for it, or 10-Man matches, but not one-on-one. So we can’t say if we are. But we are championship material. I’m Television Championship material, as Shooter is Hardcore and soon to be Eurasian Championship material. Tomorrow, just like every night, it’s going to be the Titans’ night. Trouble is going to beat Thunder, and take his Eurasian Championship, to become the Hardcore and Eurasian Champion. I’m going to defeat you Jimmy, and retain my title. Then in the main event, Alexi Draconis will defeat Krisus, once again, and retain his championship.
Lyricz turns around and leans against the pole. He picks his right leg up, and leans it against the pole. He reaches into his pocket and grabs a pack of KOOL cigarettes. He takes a cigarette out and put it in his mouth. The Titans member grabs a lighter from the box and lights his cigarette. As soon as he light it, he takes a puff and exhales.
Lyricz: Why you’re obsessed with demolishing the Titans and taking my championship, I don’t know. You go from being the TNT World Champion, to facing the Television Champion. You go from the crème of the crap to the proverbial bottom of the barrel. You go from being the best in the game, to facing lesser value. Tomorrow, you will find out why I have been the Television Champion since November, and why I’m the best at my level. Is it my fault that I am able to do to make all of my opponents get hurt, quit, or get fired prior to stepping into the ring with me? No. It’s because either they are scared, they are useless, or I beat them to the point in the match, that they can’t fight me.
Lyricz takes one last puff of his cigarette and flicks it across the rooftop. He takes the championship off his belt and holds it in his hands. He looks down and continues.
Jimmy, you bet your ass I live and die for this title. This means myself. I’m not scared or losing the title. If I do, I’ll go to the bigger and better titles. Whether I need to go through you, Shooter, Rollin Thunder, or even Alexi Draconis, I will go and reach for higher championship, whether I have this belt or not. Vetalo, are you trying to be like me? You want the Television Title and I have it. I get a Pepsi contract for 3 year-$25 Million…you sign a $12 Million dollar contract. “Big” tomorrow you will feel the threat of the new talent in TNT. The High Rollers will slowly crumble as we take ALL of your championships. Tomorrow at the Nationalwide Arena, here in Columbus, you will feel your Final Blow, as I will cruise past you and retain my championship. This won’t be the last time you see me tonight.
Lyricz puts his championship back on his shoulder as the scene fades.