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The dark and mysterious music that can only belong to one man hits the arena. The crowd stand up in anticipation, there is not an audience member in their seat. The lights go out and the screams stop. A moment later the lights return to their normal levels and Constantine is already half way down the ramp, but this is not the usual Constantine. He is in a black shirt and jeans, sunglasses on and no paint. He gets in the ring and grabs the mic visciously off the ring announcer.

Constantine: Why is it that everytime I have a match against someone in this fuckin'company they say I hide behind my paint. Its always the same, and for once, I am going to say something different. Thank You. Thank you Shawn, you have saved me some time by saying I hide, I dont need to spend an hour of my own time applying my paint, so again, I thank you. But, think about your words next time. A freak? You are calling me a freak? Why? Because I wear face paint? Because I watch the skys? Well Shawn, I am a freak. I don't deny this and I never will. I am proud to be a freak. I am proud to support every person who has ever been put down by their peers, everybody who has ever been called a reject, a misfit. These are my kind of people. Not everyone can be like you Shawn, not everyone can be a picture of perfection. But alas, you can continue to tell yourself that you are better than me, hey, you may even start beleiving it... someday. This week, this week is mine. I am returning to in-ring competition and you are the unlucky victem of my rage. The X division champion, Champion vs. Champion, has a ring to it, dosn't it. If you were better than me you would be holding a title with more prestige, like my title. The United States title, we look back in the WWCF history books and you can just see the pedigree of former United States champions. Lynden G, Jace Pittman, Go-D and Harlem Dragon, all for US champions. Now lets look at your pedigree. Richy, Roller Duece and Xavier Clarke. I mean, come on man, even you can see the contrast in those set of superstars. If you don't, let me inlighten you. The former US Champions are legends of this business, house hold names. Now lets look at yout set of superstars, former X-Division champions. Retards, jobbers amd flat liners. You can bearly compare the two, it makes me shiver just to do it to prove a point. But I will tell you now Shawn, this monday, I will not let down my former champions, I will continue the legacy of the United States championship and destroy what little legacy the X-Division title has.

Constantines music hits the arena once again and he drops the mic and walks to the back.

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The scene opens up with Torrie Wilson standing in the back with Constantine beside her. The camera's start rolling and the interview begins.

Torrie Wilson: I'm here with Constantine and he is just one day away from going into one of the biggest matches of his career.

Constantine: Ahem, excuse me Torrie? One of the biggest matches of my career? Thats a bit of an over statement don't you think? Its not like I'm fighting someone decent now is it, I'm fighting Shawn Gold for god's sake.

Torrie Wilson: Don't you think you are underestimating Shawn Gold's ability? I mean, he is our X-Division champion.

Constantine: I've said this once before and I will say it again, the fact the Shawn Gold is the X-Division champion proves just one thing to me, and that is that he has won at least one match. Well, I mean, congratulations are in order for that effort, but a did a little research Shawn and I found out how you won that title. You won it in a battle royal, now, this may just be me, but I beleive anyone can win a battle royale, I mean come on. There are so many people to pin, all you have to do is sneak in there at any point in time after someone else has done all the work and steal it from right under them. But me, I won my title the good old fashioned way, one on one, mono e mono. When you have done the hard yards Shawn, then you can talk about being a champion.

Torrie Wilson: So it is safe to say you are confident then?

Constantine looks down at Torrie with a condescending look on his face.

Constantine: Did you even listen to a single word I just said, I mean seriously. Did I not make it obvious that I was confident? You have got the looks but you sure don't have the brains.

Torrie Wilson: Hey! Thats not a very nice thing to say!

Constantine: I never said I was a very nice person, now did I, so do yourself a favour Torrie, Fuck Off!

Torrie Wilson runs from the screen, visibly upset and fighting off tears. Constantine proceeds to stare directly into the camera.

Constantine: Shawn, just a few final words of "encouragement. Don't be dissapointed with a loss, be happy you left on your own two feet, provided that you do of course. I mean there is a very real possibility that you won't. Aim for that, that can be your own little personal victory, to leave Pulse on Monday night on your own accord, but I can't promise anything. Now, just to cap this all off, I just want to say one last thing. You may be recognized by the WWCF as a champion, but when you step into that ring with me you will be back to square one, you will have to start again. When that bell rings, it will be..... SHOWTIME!

Constantine gives the camera one last deadly stare and then walks to the side, off camera. The screen fades to black.

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